on time

Do you ever forget that real time is fully made up of the same stuff as those saturated photos of days gone by. Your days or my days or random days. Every moment is likely as good as what you caught. But the photo is more. A bursting memory held captive, frozen. The chance to realize all that moment could hold. Did hold. Or maybe never held. But memory is more potent than reality and therefore the past is golden.

But we are never that aware of the moments as they come, of the present passing into memories. We lose ourselves in life, subscribe to a different idea of time. The moments are rarely isolated as we roll along.

Fascinating what an awareness of time can do... 

Perhaps as it should be. There is often an ache and anxiety when I slow down enough to realize, when I love a moment and know that its fleeting, when I look too closely at it.  Better to just experience, in the midst, no thought to time.

But if you feel like being hyper aware of time passing as the modern world knows it, then The Clock by Christian Marclay is for you. Amazing 24 hour film that documents every minute of the day through film clips. 

There is an odd feeling to watch and seek out the time, to be constantly aware of it outside of the storyline.