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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Sta.sh
And the movie.
A teenager looking into a mirror... And seeing the reflection someone else, He stares with conviction... Wondering who that person is. He blinks, and the image is gone. But the memory of that image remains... Throughout his life.
Years later, He returns to his childhood home. It is empty, his parents having past on. Dust covers the furniture. He moves to a small table, filled with pictures. He picks up one of them, and wipes the dust off the surface. His smiling young face, and those of his parents seem to look at him... endlessly, a moment frozen in time. He smiles sadly. He sets the picture down. He walks through the house, remembering his childhood.
He goes into his own room last. Everything but one covered piece of furniture had been cleared out. His parents had given him everything for his own son. However... He contemplated the meaning behind the last piece of furniture. What was it? And why was it standing there alone, when everything else had been given away?...
He walked towards it, and pulled off the cover... Revealing the mirror. The memory of his confusion of the foreign person in the image slowly returned. He touched the mirror, like he had done years ago. His memory of the exact image still eluded him. He tried desperatly to remember: The last memory that he had to glean from his childhood home.
It slowly came back to him... Looking into the mirror... and seeing a form foreign to what he was at the time... He closed his eyes, begging himself to remember. The last image eluded him. He opened his eyes in surrender... And the last image returned:
Once more he saw what he had become.
The Past defines the future... History determining the thoughts of its descendents.
When you look into the mirror... What do you see?
As for me? Well...
love that song and arcade fire!
This is... wow. This is too cute. I'd love to extract stuff from it, but I won't and will just admire it.