Rebecca McNutt Quotes
Everything Has A Past, A Voice, Existed At Some Point, Even Things As Small And Seemingly Meaningless As A House In A Huge Suburb. It's A House Like Every Other House ... But At Some Point A Family Lived There, Made It Theirs, Made It Important. When People Forget That History, That Somebody At Some Point Thought The House Mattered, It Just Becomes An Empty Pile Of Nailed Wood And Brick And Concrete That Gets Torn Down For Some Strip Mall Or Chain Store To Take Its Place ... And That's What Happens More And More Now, Everything Is Disposable, Always Replaced With No Thought At All. That's Where Things Get Lost, Memories Get Lost, Humanity Slips Through The Cracks, Because When We All Fail To Pay Attention To The Things That Make Up Our Lives, We're No Longer Human At All, Not Really.
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