Marble Eyes

     The past haunts. It's painful. Things we experience of the past are not outside of us, in a time prior to now. Those things of the past still exist, just as things that they weren't before, when we knew them in the now. But they also don't exist in the now, even though we experience them in the now. Those things in the now become interpreted through those things of the past as we experience them. But sometimes this can't be avoided, like in dreams. I wonder what it's like to sculpt eyes in marble with a chisel, to think about how fragile and vulnerable eyes are as I hammer at them in pursuit of the perfection of my ideals.