Some stay longer than others. Some you remember with words, others you remember with tangible objects. Some are just floating images that weave in and out of your path as you travel. They are the reoccurring moments that haunt your daydreams and make you laugh at moments when you're not supposed to. When I was returning from a funeral in Chicago on Tuesday, I realized what an ephemeral existence we lead.
Peripheral characters turn into major players.
And before I slip into my philosophical art school ramble, I'd like to mention that death and time are constantly bewildering and unidentifiable. And I'd also like to say that they are concepts we are constantly trying to define, manipulate and understand in an effort to continue with our lives. Most of my bachelor's degree will have been earned by orbiting within these abstractions. So, yesterday, I was sitting in the hot sun at Sacramento International Airport waiting for the Yolobus. I was stuck drowning in logistics and long lines.