Time

“Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.”

Aristotle

This is what this picture represents: the passing of time that does not leave anything untouched.... However, I find poetry in things that are being altered with Time. It gives it more "personality", more "prescence". Don't we say that older people are wiser? That is because Time has "interfered" and taught them lessons and scarred them or made them more sereine and accepting... When we are young we think that Time will spare us. But it does not, to no one.

It's only when I reached 40 that I noticed great changes (in myself, but mostly in others). My mother who is now 78 and has had a hard life but good health mostly has started to get "old" peoples" problems: cataracts, lost of vision in one of her eyes, and partial loss in the other, memory failures (no she does not suffer from demetia) and other aiments that she never used to have, when we walk together she holds my arms for fear of falling... It does make you look at life in a very different light... Being her only child also makes me the sole witness and carer for ther. Since my father left us (one fateful day between Christmas and New Year leaving the flat we were living in nearly bare) we have developed a strong bond and each time I see her I observe her, her change. It's not voluntarily or masochistically, I think it is just my way of "recording" her new her. Of loving her...if that makes any sense!