It’s always been about the moment. Freezing time, holding space. The enormity of an instant. Later, when you see what you’ve got, what you’ve managed to seize from time, you feel somehow like the world has stopped turning, everything and everyone suspended, waiting; and the moment you have, there in your hands, before your eyes, it’s spinning out into its own deep and wide eternity.
Everything happens in a moment.
And yet, string them all together and you can still somehow find yourself nowhere. Time and space flattened out into here, there, yesterday, tomorrow. Years gone by in a blink.