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TIME IN A CAPSULE

(Not what you think).

Finding old things — I’d write, “again” but they were lost once and only found this first time — recalls the moment the things were lost: I don’t know that that’s a good thing, just that it’s a potent thing, capsulizing sentiments in a punch of the moment. Rereading favorite books brings the same experience, and watching favorite films is, too, when they’ve been put aside — lost — to the present tense and later found, or, rather, found later.

“Out of hope, out of rope, out of time.”
— William Cobbs in the opening narration of “The Hudsucker Proxy

My Happy New Year had me watching “The Hudsucker Proxy” (Directed by Joel Coen, Written by Ethan Coen, Joel Coen and Sam Raimi), while the rain fell down outside in liquid sheets in some realtime, climactic translation of the snow in the film’s concluding scene (I always wondered about the story’s reality [interesting wonderment, for sure] wherein the remarkable snow falls continuously while time has stopped and stopped everything else along with it, while the snow continues it’s gentle and persistent float downward — that snow’s persistent motivation was an indication of the otherwordly, an illustration of the supernatural at play).

Today’s rain was a background amplification of that cinematic, fictional snow and I had this sense of containment in the unlimited, cozy even, sortof like, “you know, for KIDS!”

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