There is a crack in the wall.
I find myself gazing at the crack very often, as if all of my
thoughts were absorbed into that irregular thin dark line. The
crack in the wall; The crack in the ground; The crack in a
mirror; The crack between cultures; The crack in a
relationship; The crack in reality; The crack in time
. . . The crack reveals the passage of time, foreshadows a
collapse, marks a wound, draws the boundary between real and virtual.
In the crack, there exists a world where we grow up and live,
where we break down and heal up.