The Artful Condition

We’ve pretty much reached August and are nearly completed with the summer! Most people you know probably have this experience with time where they feel it moves fast. I, however, haven’t exactly known that experience. Time seems to go moderately slow for me. I have seemed to have lost grip of that defining spirit of the times. Everything seems to just be happening and not etching itself deep enough into the tissue of my thoughts. One could say that these current times have been immensely eventful and serious, but for some strange reason they don’t render the same desire to remember as say my 2016-2018 experience.

I’m someone who prides themselves on memory. I love to — remember . There’s times that are more warm and goosebump inducing than others for me, but overall, every memory had their defining attributes. The music, the emotions of those I were around at that time, even on down to the way the sun shined, the weather and my bodily feeling. Typically, I need to have transitioned out of a period to really turn back and recall and appreciate a time, but there’s definitely periods I’ve been out of for some time that I am yet to feel excitement to remember. It’s like I’m still waiting to feel like these newer experience in my life are real.

I’ve always said that I’ve exhausted my nostalgia. This is because I’ve spent so much time in my early 20s living in mindset of reminiscence. Thankfully, I am excited about the creative space in my head. I feel optimistic about movement and development of a new something in which will give me the reason to remember. This thing will be the glue, the definer for this time period.