Time as we see it is passing… – Paul of Tarsus

perhaps the idea of any film we hold fast to, is but a series of fleeting moments layered together (and never narratives) images juxtaposed and entangled within this other collective – the audience. all bringing together a collective memory of images, or a cultural memory of a time – fragmented, missing, displaced – which somehow all comes into your possession as a singular spontaneous moment in the darkened theatre…

or, as Chateaubriand said, there are no unique images, once we come across an image, it is already being compared immediately to another, and as such remembered in its relation to this other image, and recollected through a patterning of unrelated temporalities.

perhaps, this is what cinema is about. a gathering of temporalities and modalities that seek to proliferate, replicated and multiply. so that with each multiple, these cinematographic images propagate deep within an individual’s memory and becomes how the film is recalled – though invariably always different when compared to the actual sequence or mise en scene of the film (I have always been surprised at that). indeed, how lucky we are, to be able to live and recollect cinematically…