“ ...the nostalgia for things that weren't yet lost. ”
What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.
~ Juan Gabriel Vásquez
Experience, or what we call experience, is not the inventory of our pains, but rather the learned sympathy towards the pain of others.
There is no more disastrous mania, no more dangerous whim, than the speculation over roads not taken.
Where does the past go when it changes?
