I’ve made more moments in these last three months than any other three months of my life.
This first, three month lockdown phase, I mean.
Made.
And when I say ‘made’.
I don’t really mean made.
Because that sounds like I was proactive.
Or that I planned these moments.
And that’s not the way it was at all.
Because these moments.
They just happened.
Moments.
These moments were ugly.
Scruffy.
Spontaneous.
Pointless.
Unprepared.
Jarring.
Noisy.
Dull.
Uninspired (and uninspiring).
Transient.
Unspectacular.
And.
Well.
Nothing, really.
And because these moments came from nothing.
And led to nothing.
That’s why.
To me.
They mean everything.
Here are eight of them: https://www.50odd.co.uk/moments/.
