The Suitcase Under the Bed

tuesday february 18 2003

It's one of those moments again ....

time to remember the past - because it ain't going away - because you can live your life like the past never happened - but it is always there with you - like so much bagage

everyone arrives with bagage in some shape or form - for some its Louis Vuitton - for others its a plastic shopping bag - but we all carry it with us

sometimes i think that is what slows old people down - not arthritis but the amount of bagage that they've accumulated through the years .... every decision becomes weighted with past experiences - happy - sad - joyful - tragic .... should i get up today? yesterday was great - but the day before yesterday was shit - but last year at this time i was ..... and so they stay in bed and the world passes them by ....

we can refuse to carry the bagage around with us - that's true - but the suitcase in Berlin is still there whether we travel with it or not - pandora's box is still begging us to open it whether we hold it in our hands or not.

the more we ignore our past - the more vicious it becomes - the suitcase under the bed is where the demons of your past lurk - the suitcase on the top of the wardrobe is still casting nightime shadows over our present lives - close your eyes very tightly - pull the blanket over your head - pretend you're sleeping - you know they're still out there - waiting ....