The last time I remembered
was that nothing was built
to last, only built to raise the
limits. What made this world
perfect is because of it's
imperfection, it's weakness,
it's flaw. Because of that we
strive for perfection, only to
find out unconsciously that
we created the perfect piece
of art. But all of that was the
last time I remembered it.
But know, it is what it has
given birth to, a new yard
stake.