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Abstract:
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The interesting thing about writing is that language is alive and evolves through interpretation and memory. As in quantum mechanics and calculating the exact position of a photon, being both wave and particle, the exact meaning of a word, being both symbol and sign, changes in meaning within a given perspective. The trouble I had with my story was pinpointing the meaning between various real and not so real memories already written upon the page. Then one sunny day, I started watching a documentary on Derrida. In French, with a city skyline speeding behind his words in translation at the bottom of the screen, he said: an unexpected future, l’avenir, a future to come. Instead of watching the rest of the film, I hit rewind and watched again, and the thread for my piece came alive, a narrative structure and point of view that created a past, a reflection thereof, and a future, in search of l’avenir. And so I sat in pure pleasure. My words had found meaning upon the page. |
