I set apart the important experiences in my life, giving each its own clear place, so that my attention and heart may dwell on them one by one. Yet life flows faster, and while I wait for the right moment—released from the old experience—to devote myself with respect to the new (which keep arriving without end), the new one has already slipped away, or at least faded from the forefront of my mind, so that engaging with it carries no real weight or consequence. I live after the fact, without effect.
October 2017