RE: What Do You Have?
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The question that has always fascinated me, is how long is a moment?
I wrote a paper on that topic in university, in the context of Art, and well, it depends, because some memories, forged from moments are of multi-day events, or other memories are the moment of a past embrace of a friend, or of the taste of a thing you once ate in some far-gone place.
A moment doesn't have to be the now, it could be the past, it could be the future, but of course, we can only experience whatever our brains are doing at any given moment.
What moments are you missing when you are in a memory? When you're in someone else's memory, is that your moment too?
Memory and the moment are such interesting things to explore. When I was doing my last year of University in the Masters program for Visual Art, one of my class mates modelled for one of my pieces - her work was primarily self portraits, and the representations we produced (hers were based on memory, and a sense of self , while mine were based on transience and ephemerality) and it all fit together quite nicely conceptually, looking at it from different angles.
There's also the relativity of moments - not in a physical, scientific sense, but when you've got lots of stimuli, those moments tend to go quicker, and when you've got little, those last longer.
This is such an interesting concept, and one that we should all explore more in greater depth, but I guess people don't value those moments.
Thank you for the thought provoking post.
Too in-depth for words to remotely capture.
Felt like my front-lobe increased just reading this.
All the intricacies and depths to what may otherwise feel so simple.
When you're in someone's else's memory, is that your moment too?
I thought so deeply on this that a thousand worded post can be crafted for how hard I thought, trying to ascertain the validity of the statement, and to what extent.
So lovely to see that you've had the opportunity to thoroughly create something that fascinating in your college days, and just from your words, I could imagine how much work was poured into it, yet how beautiful each moment was. Another fond moment becoming an even fonder memory.