lately i've been urging myself to live in the moment instead of dwelling in past things, to wake up and let myself feel everything that's around me instead of retreating into a safe little cocoon of what-has-been. but what does it mean to live in the moment? i have this habit of, when under severe emotional duress, fixating on arranging everything around me into little geometric constellations and color categories as a way of escaping the storm brewing in my head. but i think that if we were to truly concentrate on just the physical properties of the world around us without inserting any subjective interpretation, the true meaning and experience of the moment that lies beneath such signifiers would actually fly beyond our grasp.
i guess my answer to the moment question is that it exists when you are completely aware of what's in your own head and what's around you, but actively invested in neither. the moment exists in the gap between your thoughts and your perception of the world - a gap that widens as you, unconscious, fly deeper into it. riding in motor vehicles is particularly conducive to this.
does that make sense?
i've had some wack dreams which i shall recount in a moment.
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- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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