Untitled, for the moment
Sometimes, when I'm sitting in a café or on the lifting side of a sand dune, an almost overwhelming feeling gusts through me, of wanting to share that moment. And, if I don't, I will have lost something. But then, those moments are not truly lost, I think. They coalesce. They're unique and help build the world I inhabit. As I get older, stillness begins to supersede action; stepping back a little becomes more satisfying than ardent, constant involvement. I reckon you might get more out of those experiences. But (there's always a "but") I wonder what it truly means to "share" experiences? Is that even possible?
