Unreachable

Loose Leaves – Reflections

 

We live our lives forwards. But at some point, that polarity shifts. In truth though, all we ever really have is the here and now.

 

 

UNREACHABLE

 

Having lived my youth

in the here and now,

while longing for the future

– I now look back

from that future, and long

for the nostalgia,

which I’ve already enjoyed.

 

 

(written whilst listening to Max Richter’s “On the Nature of Daylight”)

 

 

 

Photograph by Estelle Day (1995)