All That Remains Is Time

“I despise stories,” Béla Tarr stated. “They mislead people into believing something has happened. In fact, nothing really happens as we flee from one condition to another. All that remains is time. This is probably the only thing that’s still genuine—time itself: the years, days, hours, minutes and seconds.”

From the new introduction to the new edition of Transcendental Style in Film by Paul Schrader (UK) (US), which I’ve been re-reading.

Today I am amused by Zine Lab, a site for making “interactive” digital zines. Not a space I ever thought I’d see another player in.

This peculiar moment I’m having where I’m thinking a lot about personal digital instantiations: I could do without it.  All that remains is time, and I don’t have enough of it on any given day to be farting around with this stuff right now.

(Bela Tarr was wrong. Things happen all the time.  Stories are how we arrange them to make sense of them.)

Moving Moments In Golden Light to my phone.

Photo below taken yesterday, when it was 5 C and foggy.