If one were to compare a human to a computer,
the body would be the hardware and the mind the software,
but what about the soul—the mythware? (Like a unicorn
that was added to the user manual because marketing thought
there should be magic under the hood.)
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
The treasured few amongst the plastic army—the tin soldiers—that would forever be remembered as the toxic delight of my early youth went missing somewhere along the way to adulthood, and besides, I had outgrown my childhood toys, so for my twentysomething birthday, I bought myself a gas mask in an army surplus store, and now even that has disappeared somewhere during my excessive itineration. So I wonder if I have lost nothing but insignificant memorabilia or perhaps a fragment of my soul.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
hidden pilcrow 