Saturday, May 17, 2014
It is all ephemera even when you try to fix it in time...
More than that is something about how everything we glorify, we eventually crack and destroy; something about the continued performances to play as our multiple selves in various roles of life and story thinking they are fixed and constant even though they are constantly changing; something about how whatever we try to fix in time via photograph, recording, image, journal dies at the same moment we create it. Change never stops even when the fixed medium seems to stop time. Something about how our denial of grief and loss, death and dying stops us from seeing the everyday loss of each moment. The moment we snap the image, the beings in it die because change keeps happening, growth keeps happening. You can't fix anything in time. And yet our culture of youth; or perpetually trying to regain the glory days through some product or another; or need to create a legacy that is "bigger than us" and will "outlast" whatever -- well, it all keeps churning to keep us deluded.
That breath you just inhaled reading this -- you are lucky to have it. So many will not have a next one. And soon enough, neither will you. Neither will I. It is all ephemera. And I can't figure out why we refuse to accept it.
Something like that.