There are stories that were never told and words - never uttered. There are emotions never expressed - uncried tears and unlaughed laugher. Unlike odd socks these do not disappear in a different dimension. No, there are these little things around every one of us that swallow like sponges our thoughts. And like the boxers keep their anger in punching bags, and babies - their laughter in pink pillows, where do you keep your soul?



















This one is particularly dear to me. Sometimes I cry next to the radiator, too.

This photo, so carefully composed, was the original inspiration of this article.