In the flow of producing entries for this project, I often get so concerned about differentiating them that I forget they don’t need to have inherent meaning for the viewer. My perspective is not always intended to be apparent.
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There was a point in my life when, unbeknownst to me, I lived in reverse. The end was often my next thought after joy. Today it's still a hard habit to break, but the connection to time is a pointless existence. So each moment I try letting go, even when old habits pressure me.
As much as I’d prefer they are richer and more immersive, a memory is more like a picture than a movie. Every reminder is frozen in time. But that doesn’t limit its attachments.