Thursday, September 27, 2012

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Dear Portia,


I’m starting to miss details, beautiful ones that should be kept in boxes or buried underneath the ground in a time capsule. I miss them because I no longer take the time to absorb them in. I move from one beautiful detail to another.

Like this morning for example, when the Police Officer returned my taxi driver’s license, instead of seeing the standard Red, I see a photo collage of the driver’s daughter, from when she was small up to the time when she graduated as a Nurse. He pockets it in as if keeping her. It is so beautiful, I tell myself, I should pause. But I don’t. Because I am off rushing to another meeting. I cannot even remember that meeting now, what we talked about, what anecdotes we laughed on, which ones had the awkward pauses, what conclusion we churned out. They are things I need to retain but don’t. Because I wish were pausing on that vignette instead, when the driver pockets his memories, to bring out when he needs it.

Please don’t be like this. Take a breather. Pause when you need to. Pause.

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