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<\/p>\nIt’s not that it’s all about me. Really, it isn’t. It’s just that I enjoy symmetrical moments. I enjoy reference points. I revel in connections, even if they are unconscious. I love echoes. It makes me feel remembered.<\/p>\n
So it’s not that the still from Kwik Stop<\/i> (below) has ANYthing to do with me – it doesn’t (there are cups like that in diners across America) … it’s just that there is a certain symmetry to it, a looping back, an overlap – that I find intensely<\/i> satisfying. Bittersweet maybe, but intensely<\/i> satisfying. It made me smile the first time I saw it and it makes me smile now.<\/p>\n
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\nThere’s more to write about. I’m working on something. Something that has to do with memory. Not just with memory, but with being remembered<\/i>. And not just being remembered, but being remembered accurately<\/i>. How rare it is. To be remembered accurately<\/i>.<\/p>\n
But that can be it for now. Those two brown coffee mugs are not all about me, but like Lee Strasberg once said, “Sometimes you look at a pair of your shoes, and suddenly you see your whole life.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s not that it’s all about me. Really, it isn’t. It’s just that I enjoy symmetrical moments. I enjoy reference points. I revel in connections, even if they are unconscious. I love echoes. It makes me feel remembered. So it’s … Continue reading