"The past is a gaping hole.
You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it.
But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off."
*
"The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror.
"As you piece it together, your image keeps shifting.
And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad.
It could set you free."
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You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it.
But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off."
*
"The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror.
"As you piece it together, your image keeps shifting.
And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad.
It could set you free."
All this time, we've been getting the fable of Sleeping Beauty wrong.
The Prince didn't kiss her to wake her up.
No one who's slept for a hundred years is likely to wake up.
It was the other way around.
He kisses her to wake himself up from the nightmare that has brought him there.