It is true, it feels like time is running fast – and continuously accelerating. Until everything becomes a blur in the past, and we never again get to glance in that window. I keep trying to immortalize past moments by the click of a shutter, and my experiences – my state of mind – by the repeated clicking on my keyboard.
Little by little, the entries in my blog are creating a tapestry of events lost in time, preserving small and big events, as if sewn into an endless, flowing, fabric of time. It’s like having a window to yesterday through which I can view fleeting moments of my past, at times with nostalgia, but sometimes with retrospective relief.
The reason sometimes eludes me, but mostly, I tell myself, I am weaving this tapestry of life as a way of introspective therapy, processing events and emotions as they appear on my path. Maybe you are wondering, dear reader, why my posts appear in fits and starts? Well, what can I say, sometimes I lose myself trying to strike that perfect balance between the visual language of the photograph, and the narrative of the written words.
It’s funny, how chasing perfection drives my actions – or my inaction. Sadly, no matter how much time I spend in pursuit of the ideal, the past still ends up hazy. And the time it takes to forget, is over before I realize.
