Think of this as an idea to begin with. Actually, think of it as a bit of an experiment. 

Imagine a particularly languid afternoon of wasteful indulgence spent admiring the steady circles of your ceiling fan, or the rhythmic tick-tock of the wall-clock. And then, you realize that there is something awe-inspiring about the motion of the fan or the rhythm of the clock. A moment of epiphany.

“A frozen moment when everyone sees what is at the end of the fork” (~ Burroughs)

Think of this, therefore, as an expression as well. Or an ode. Think of it as a memory.. a record.. a log.. a reminder.

Think of this as an attempt..

“..to pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple.. to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

~ The End of Imagination, Arundhati Roy