i was there, standing in the freezing cold, between 30-second-long exposures, trying to capture the "joy of watching it". i'm almost sorry that i had to call a retreat before i could capture the essence of the Bellagio Fountain, the excitement and the drama of it all.

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It was there at the fountain, when he started to sing "i hope you don't mind, i hope you don't mind" that i finally knew you didn't make the Elton John classic up yourself. Little bits and pieces of the past, they are like what Camus wrote—the memories of "all prisoners and exiles", that which "serves no purpose."

There was one time i could almost kill myself, for i was certain that the future held no hope. But if time be split into its many pieces, then we are an infinite number of reflections of ourselves, each living in its own time. In this way, perhaps the i then was truly dead. And so were you. And i buried you carefully beside myself in a special, almost timeless place.