The Time Within
I looked at the clock, and it was 5 minutes earlier than before.
To me, Time is the most incredible phenomena that we can ever experience in
the ‘existence’. A gap in one’s sense of reality; the agitating
question mark that is found everywhere, in everything.
One time, being on a patrol at night, I was staring at the starry sky and felt,
in my veins, as though I’m tumbling through Time and there is no way
to grab on to anything. Awaking suddenly, anyone can feel for a moment, that
he or she exists outside of Time, and has always ‘existed’.
We desperately hang on to a consensual reality and try hard to believe that
everything is all right about Time. But it’s our sensation of time that
makes it impossible to be assured.
Because of the unavoidable use of our anthropomorphic terms, the whole thing
definitely gets confused… hopelessly. We can not be really sure of anything.
We have to live with the disintegrative world that we are unable to bridge the
most elemental aspect of our being.
The abandoned, decaying factories are debris for other people to demolish, but
treasure troves for me; inexhaustible sources of the visual variety. Surfaces
and outlines that were engineered by man, but are eroding by the inner nature
of their materia; windows broken by a wonderful ‘order’. Shadowplays
and catatonic motion that invite for a silent introspection; with my unverbalizeable
fundamental questions they give non-verbal answers – and I’m taking notes
with my camera.
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