At times I'm caught off guard with sudden bursts of realization that life is full of ephemeral moments. Monumental episodes come and go made up of simple words that resonate... or deep revealing eye contact that speaks volumes... or physical touch like a surprise kiss in the middle of a crowded street. Little things that carry powerfully resounding consequences, pivotal moments in time yet there are no statues to mark their occurrence, no markers or memorials to give proof to their fleeting existence... Life-changing moments that are in the end subject to the whim of our minds... our hearts. Their only tangible evidence being that indelible mark left on your soul or that tug on your heart which can fade with time so that when you pass by that same crowded street corner weeks or months or even years later you're struck by a wave of fleeting recognition sadly mistaken for an instance of déjà vu... Making meaningful episodes in one’s life easily dismissed as if they were only mind hiccups with no substance. Moments that can sometimes feel as if they were imagined or dreamt… All because there is nothing to document their existence, nothing to make them official, no ability to touch or see or hear them in order to give credence to the transient events of our lives. Leaving us to exclaim, if we remember, “See, this did happen. It was real. I did not imagine this!” except you have absolutely nothing to show for it... Leaving you with the feeling that maybe, just maybe you imagined it all.
1/1/2010 - 1 train @ Times Sq
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