The Persistence of Memory
Salvador Dali, 1931.
Collection of the Museum of Modern Art, New York.
Dear Bookshelf,
I am so very slow to get around to things, and I could just kick myself, because sometimes opportunities completely vanish and I am left with an empty void, where once there was a space filled with potential and ideas. Yes, I do mean that people die, and our hope of meeting them, or seeing them again soon is gone in a flash. Don't let this happen to you, run out and grab some people and tell them something good.
I read a few months ago, an article about Ursula K. Le Guin and I noted that she wrote a blog. It is quite a nice blog, in fact, but I only just finally took a look at it. Please don't wait as long as I did.
PS
This post's title might be our daily mantra, except for the terrible fact that enjoying a space, a place, a time, or a person, requires one to forget, or consciously push aside, the transient nature of the world. A painter I once knew, said that one needed to paint both urgently, as if it was one's last painting, and as if one had all the time in the world.
