"Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves and not anything else, by the immobility of our conception of them. For it always happened that when I awoke like this, and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt to discover where I was, everything revolved around me through the darkness: things, places, years." --Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
posted by anna at 11:51 AM
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i look at things. i make things. i am an observer of people and of details. i am always fighting against time but it always seems to go in one direction. i am trying to relax and go with the current. i take my revenge on time by being late. i try to change the flow of time by savoring brief perfect moments, drawing out a perfect sunny day (or rainy day) so it lasts twice as long as other days. but time will win in the end.
