DAY ONE OF THIS SITE

As they say, whereof what is past is prologue.

There are moments we yearn to remember, and moments we entreat to forget.

But the past does not just recede. It reshapes us. It defines us. It seeps beneath the skin like a watermark - quiet yet indelible.

There was joy, there was hope; there was sorrow, there was abyss. Hearts are kindled and exiled over and over, like the sentence of Sisyphus.

Time, at its kindest, softens the edges. But it does not absolve. To move forward, we should first look back - with clarity, not concealment. Memory demands not erasure, but faithful reckoning.

We have buried the past, but yet its grip remains. How do we truly unshackle ourselves? We inscribe an epitaph. An epilogue, a farewell to the vanishing self. And that is the purpose of this site.

I only wish to catch a glimpse of my own life, joyful or not, before it slips into the undertow of time.

‘To see the world as it is and to love it.’

With all the best, QSD

Mar 1, 2022