After going around the world many, many times, I would often find myself just sitting and letting the world pass through me. Meditation in the right back seat of a taxi or a car, somewhere coming from an airplane, or going to an airplane. Not all trips were connected to air travel, of course. But so many were. And many trips were just me. Alone. On a mission to solve something. Or there to be there. I in the world and the world in me.
The window on the other side of the car was easier to look at than the ones all around. It was like a controlled space, a frame, something that looked a bit more two dimensional. Something that was a picture, I could simply grab. And so I would. Again, and again. It is a very distorted view, of course. So much if not visible. S much is not revealed. The cropping creates a certain composition. I just time the moment and press the shutter… Though I am in a moving vehicle, and the entire world and everything had to align itself to precisely this arrangement in that very moment for me to be able to see exactly this.
Excuse me, as we all pass by on our way towards a destination perhaps. Whatever it might be, billions and billions of years from now.
New York, August 2014
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