The beautiful thing about certain moments is that they are certain only for a moment before they become uncertain memory. After all, every moment is just that – a moment, no more and no less, and any significance we may pretend to assign is little more than an act of vanity, or desperation, some attempt to make ourselves important in a single unit of time. There is nothing momentous about a moment, for it is not moments, but memories that assign significance. Uncertain memories of certain moments gone by. An uncertain kiss (the first), a certain word (happy), lips on a hand. A moment, or perhaps a lifetime, of moonlight between red walls. In memory is a certain uncertainty of time, having only a notion of past as its own singular and certainly uncertain moment.
-muse
2 comments:
A moment is actually 90 seconds :)
Just thought I'd be a smartass :P
Okay, smartass :P Why don't you search and replace the word "moment" with "90 seconds" for every time it occurs in this piece and see how it sounds then...
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