Acts of Saving the Past
I spent a long time laying in bed, watching the snow fall.
The first snow of the season. I ached to capture it somehow -- in a photo, perhaps, or a drawing -- but I was too sick to get up and gather the right tools.
A voice spoke to me:
Those rich memories you chase through writing, drawing, photography, video — those can also be obtained through simple awareness. You don’t need any other activity to facilitate the moments you seek. Without the surrounding activity, those moments have a fleeting, ephemeral quality that scares you. But all of life is fleeting and ephemeral. Your acts of documentation won’t prevent it from passing by. They only trick you into thinking there’s some permanence to all this, when the truth is there never was and never will be.