moleskine pages

Most of us dislike change, yet we crave it at the same time. We console ourselves that change will always be for the better even when we have no proof of that. When all else fails and our lives don't live up to our youthful expectations we comfort ourselves with the thoughts of a perfect afterlife. Hope is really the one thing that keeps humanity going, it triumphs over reality and makes us get up after every knock. Or are we just stupid?

This follows on on the theme of hope. The postman carries surprises, possibilities, not just bills and final demands.

Looking through a family photo album recently I was struck by how many of it's inhabitants are now ghosts. Every one of us is surrounded by an entourage of ghosts each with it's own little gravitational pull.