Transitoire

By Transitoire

What are you looking for?

So I wonder what was going through Holly’s head when this photograph was taken. I was standing between her and my Grandma Sylvia, so I can only assume that she was pricking her ears up for any sound of her. Being a rescue dog, Holly is always terrified when Grandma Sylvia is out of her sight…even though she has now been owned by Grandma for over ten years. The only people that Holly is truly happy enough to relax with are, of course, Grandma, Mum, Dad, and I. Whenever a camera comes out she starts to shake as well, which makes taking photographs really hard. Only on occasion will she start to ignore me and just let me continue taking photographs…and, being distracted by the fact Grandma was not there, was one of those opportunities.


Thank goodness for instant messaging, I was able to talk to Thom without using Skype as the internet was so awful at Les Sables, even though most of the customers had left by this point so only couriers were using it. This was Thom’s final day there, and he was very glad that he was leaving…as was I. At least at La Forêt we could decide how much more we would work extra whereas where he is it seems like they are deliberately giving him the hardest and longest work because they know he will do it without complaining. I mean, it is a job. But when everyone else is not doing as much as you I think you begin to question the point of the whole thing.



The present doesn’t exist. There is only the past and the future. Suppose there is a ‘present time’. In order to live in it, we have to know we are there, living in the present. To be a human being, you have to know, you have to be aware, you have to be conscious that you are alive. To be human is to be conscious.
But the problem is that you can never know you are living now, this minute, this second, this millisecond, this nanosecond until the nanosecond has happened to you. You cannot know about it at the very instant it is happening to you because there is always a small delay, a small gap of time, between it happening and you knowing about it.
For example: a pinprick on your finger. There is a very small gap of time between the pin pricking you and you feeling it. The gap in time which it takes for the message that you are being pricked by a pin to reach your brain and for you to become conscious of it may be very very brief, but it is a gap. The event happened before you know it has happened. You can actually see this when you watch it happening to someone else.
In other words, by the time we know something has happened, it has become part of our past.

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