time that loses its walls



i dont know how it's already 09 march. in 26 min, it would become 10th! that means 33% of march is already done for...

on last hallmark holiday mark, on 14 feb, i was watching ian bostridge and julius drake weave magic with songs. i cant believe soon, that would be a month ago.

and today, i went to hear four teachers at the faculty talk about 'life' to the young'uns.  and i tried to imagine (briefly) how i saw life when i was in their age- when i was in 1st year, i wasnt even in music program. and it's literally 20 years ago that i came to university (in september though!). where did those 20 years go?

there are many ways to measure the time, i suppose. counting, generally works- how many degrees? how many cities have i lived in? how many places have i visited? how donuts have i eaten since i joined the university culture? how many recitals?

but i guess we count, because we all know that impressions of important days are too personal to make it an objective markers.

but it's the personal stuff we remember.

falling in love. screwing up in performance. forgetting that last page of score. losing passport. breaking up from serious relationship.  quitting. starting. crying. being at loss.  entertained. entertaining.  there are no shortage of these small markers, full of lovely people and events, some sad, some hilarious.

i cant believe it's already been a few days since i saw yayoi kusama exhibition.

her infinity rooms felt quite small. probably because of its hotness (like, everyone's body heat trapped in there with all kinds of human scents + the lights being on the whole day)- the radiating heat made it impossible to see it as an infinity. also the 20 seconds limit was just not enough to get lid of the 'box' from the experience.

but as the time passes along, i am feeling the physical limitation of the room less and less, and the vision field of that infinite reflections are growing larger in my mind.  may be, for the people who did not had the luxury of time to really get 'lost' in it (how long would that take? i wonder- a few minutes? an hour? a day?), this is the way that 'infinity room' infiltrates.

tis now 10 min to midnight. how crazy.
good night, world, as i put another check-mark on daily writing! HAHA.

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