Time serves up our infant respite before smashing into us
As our existence progresses so we patinate it with experience
The past’s desperate resistance, clinging to time through memory’s distance
The shards of time taunt us: nothing can be re-lived
How easy life would be flushing away our past miseries
Heavier and lighter times, each there for us to enshrine
Yes, you can break free of the photograph’s exact moment
Time is a balloon which inevitably deflates. There’s no escape.
One second: a fleeting juncture, summing up as our destructor
Time is ambivalent to plans that we have for it
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All London. 2010. Yashica Mat 124g
I’m reminded of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, with the English Band “The Byrds” singing 🎶 Turn, Turn 🎶(attached below ⬇️)
3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
https://youtu.be/xVOJla2vYx8?si=lYP1nxVlTbaduEv1
Love these. I wrote about time, narrative and the hairy spiral :) with photo and doodles
https://amandaearl.substack.com/p/notes-on-time-and-narrative-featuring