I think about dreams a lot.
I don’t sleep good, so I always have. From waking to sleeping, the spectrum of presence weighs heavily on my mind.
Nights spent in my childhood home, my teenage abode, my college apartment. The moments between fitful nights, seconds stand out. The time that feels especially real has a quality that’s hard to describe. Things that repeat feel especially tangible.
Tom Ford, the fashion designer and movie director captures those moments well: A Single Man and Nocturnal Animals, the latter especially.
I don’t sleep good, so I always have. From waking to sleeping, the spectrum of presence weighs heavily on my mind.
Nights spent in my childhood home, my teenage abode, my college apartment. The moments between fitful nights, seconds stand out. The time that feels especially real has a quality that’s hard to describe. Things that repeat feel especially tangible.
Tom Ford, the fashion designer and movie director captures those moments well: A Single Man and Nocturnal Animals, the latter especially.
I’m more fond of the former, but the latter does through editing a vanishing thing: it captures dreams. The miniscule snap edits of consciousness, it appears to understand. The turn of the head, the vanishing of the moment. It gets it.
Does that make sense?
Does it matter?
Maybe to both.