Preface

repertoire:
* eye of the needle
* bicycling to afghanistan

diatribe

preface

part one:
moments with a small “m”

part two:
moments with a capital “m”

preface, take two:
one year and a half later

part three:
first encounter

part four:
preparation

part five:
the ghosts

part six:
the need

part seven:
arrival

When I think back over time, one way I see it is as a procession of small-m moments, each a kind of benchmark. When these moments are considered together they form a framework for memory. Stepping stones for histories.

They can also create a kind of illusion of motion.

There is also another kind of moment. These are the capital-m Moments that don't so much take place at a point in time, but somewhere, somehow else.

These form the content of my experience.

Sometimes these two kinds of moments coincide.

But not necessarily.