On the challenge of capturing any moment
It’s a challenge to articulate any given moment of consciousness. I found myself in a particular feeling, and tried to deconstruct it. First, my vision: I was looking at spatial objects in a room—a vase of flowers, the thing, and the shadow it casts. But that snapshot has a history: they’re from our wedding, and our five year anniversary is coming up. But part of any moment is the afterglow of the recent past too: I had gone to the coffee shop in almost freezing winter, I felt discouraged about my own writing practice, and then I completely forgot about all that while talking to a baby through a stomach and playing her Claire de Lune. So any particular moment is like a collision of objects that each have a temporal history; it’s dense, and words are lossy.