Last year, when i started writing ‘it’s the little things’ ( found here: “it’s the little things category” ) I was fascinated with objects- mostly that had been around since childhood, memories lost but held somehow in these tangible things. Cracking each piece open, individually taking things in hand that meant so much to the people around me, and too me, but the feeling of loss surrounded these objects anyways- so strange, personification of objects which really just came from a moment- the moment the picture was taken, the gift given, the marriage occurring- all past moments that held immense gravity due to a sense of grief.
But now, as I look around me to see about these things, to see what they are now I realize- these objects aren’t obtainable right now- it’s all in the moments.
The moment waiting for the light to change to cross the street or the sun falling across the houseplants- that’s all there really is.
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