THE SILENT WORLD
One of my favorite Paul Auster's stories is about a comedy actor in the black and white film era. The story not only paints so much the fascination surrounding this actor- if the actor does exist in the first place. It tells about the beauty of silent observation that concentrates on small, slight features and carefully orchestrated movements. Where the bigger plot is only sideline to the every minute the actor is on the screen.

Or how about the segment in the recent Singapore gaga? The toy pianist sits at her instrument for 4 mins 33 seconds without touching a key to produce sound. And those 4 mins 33 seconds, as proclaimed by her are moments in the environment that cannot be relived. These moments are marked by sounds that are varied and passing.

So as we build up our memories in life, how many of them are preciously snatched moments? How many of them, can we say, are appreciated processes, so that the end results do not matter as much?