I’ve been thinking a lot lately about time as my days bleed together into weeks only separated by school/not school and work/not work. It’s so easy to let the days slip away when it always feels like tomorrow has already come and gone.
The only time I feel like I’m really here, really present in a day, is when I’m watching the sun set from my balcony. Even if only for a moment, the view makes me suddenly feel like I’m in the present, that the numbers 5/27/11 or 5/28/11 matter even when they change before I know it, because, even if it will soon be the past, today is here now.
So I had this idea to take a picture from the balcony each day as an attempt at experiencing each day, if only in the fraction of a second it takes to snap a photo.
So far, here’s what I’ve got: