Time, a wild chase after time in a yearning to hug it to a halt, cruelest of ideas, the sense of time, the ephemeral circus of life, I have been struggling to find the heart of my work and it was right in front of me.
Time.
I don't' know why I wanted to add this to a picture of Rebecca I took yesterday, but the fraction of a second when she closed her eyes struck me as what I should see in my mind when I think of time, and memory.
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