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.