Moments aged by the accumulation of too many minutes
November 15, 2011 § 2 Comments
Tom Clark has responded in the comments to my previous post as well as, with the addition of photos, on his blog. His thoughts, as ever — seriously, you should follow his site, it is like morning nourishment for me — were the necessary muse for a reflection whose words I’d been searching for a while.
Consider this self-citation a formal addendum to the previous post:
There is too much that is not “of” the moment, or at least too much that you’d rather not retain, for whatever reason, for that moment to remain more than merely that. & that’s what I prefer, I think, the “merely that,” which is where the naivety comes rushing back, as often happens with preferences. And perhaps all this is good & right. Moments aged by the accumulation of too many minutes, ossified by the piling up of hours, like bodies flung into a mass grave, these too often in my experience become a kind of memorial or tomb, from which all things enter but never return.