If only we saw it all as a whole, well we go about it as if we do. We cling to everything, those photographs, those notes, now posts, as if we can assemble it into a single frame perceivable at a glance and intricately detailed upon inspection. But we can’t, can we? We only see slices of our life, we’re only able to hold a moment at a time in our mind, before sliding over to the next. Incomplete fragments that decay with time. So what’s the use in fighting to hold onto it all? Enjoy it while it's there. Let the excess weight slip off into oblivion.
Paddy Dobson
3rd April 2024