Those moments that keep us.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.  -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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Sometimes moments cease to be solely moments, they make their mark on memory, and can be called back and re-formed. I’ve had many of those moments, I’m sure we all have. The ones that stick. Those moments when, without any external reason at all, you grin, and the person you’re with asks you what the hell you are smiling about.

The moment fades as quickly as it came, and you’re brought back to this moment, but not before you had a quickie with a moment past.

I had one of those moments recently. In fact a few, but I’ll sum them up by saying that once again, I’ve fallen in love with a city. 

Monday morning.

The faces flew by as I watched from the cab. We were going home, and they were going to work, or school, or to get a loaf of bread at the bakery. Young and old. Giraffe-like models and withered old bums. Everyone an individual, and my mind was racing to imagine so many lives, so many threads weaving in and out, or completely parallel with my own, most never intersecting at all.

Saturday evening.

It was getting darker as our small group gathered in the courtyard of PS1, a MoMa gallery that played host to a weekly smattering of DJ’s and experimental noisemakers during the hot summer months of New York.

I’m hanging out with a friend I once worked with at our college newspaper. She’s being a badass news intern for Newsday, and has to wake up at 4 AM tomorrow to profile a Muslim family that is in the midst of Ramadan.

While she’s being all cool and employed, I’m drinking beers and trying to get mentally right with the music. My brother and his wife, whose birthday we are celebrating, are talking to friends and the gaps around us slowly fill.

I was thirsty, as I always am, so I wove my way to the bar. 

Everything in between.

Are the moments that I keep.  


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One thought on “Those moments that keep us.

  1. Fiona.q says:

    there are some pieces of memories, i dont know why, but are just there, unforgettable.

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