Wednesday, October 8, 2008

words, time, river

When Junhong has something important to say, he usually writes it down in a note to give to me. He says of the intensity of his emotions, "Sometimes I can't speak".

I know what he means.

Easier to write.
Time slows down between the heart beat and the word.

Pipo once described the first time he went white-water kayaking. The first time he went down the river it was over before he knew what was happening. But as he repeated the ride, over and over, he began to see the eddies and the rocks and the falls along the way, and what had felt like half a second before, now felt like a lifetime.

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