For some reason, I have an unpublished article in my drafts box called “Wait for the Wind”. The time shown is five days ago, and I tried hard to recall why I wrote such a title five days ago.
Why wait for the wind five days ago, and what do you do when the wind comes? The one-way nature of time makes backtracking a very fun thing. I used to be “half-talked”, and a lot of inspiration had to be squeezed into my head before going to bed, not to mention disturbing sleep, and it was often very proud to plan the inspiration completely. So at this time, it is often forced to click on the memo to open the phone, and then write down a few keywords, or a title that was very graphic at the time.
On the second day, if I can still remember it, then I have a “destiny” with this inspiration, because the image from the previous night in my mind can still be awakened. But it is often forgotten. After several days, I suddenly opened the memo of inspiration collection, looked at the unfamiliar title, and thought for a long time without knowing why it was recorded.
Sometimes it is also very interesting, although I forgot the inspiration of the preface, but because I saw that the title suddenly had a new picture, then I simply started from scratch and went on with it – but there is a more annoying possibility. Halfway through, I also remembered the damn inspiration at that time. What I wrote now and what I thought at that time are completely two completely different things. It takes a lot of brain cells to forcefully pull over.
For example, writing to now, I suddenly remembered why I had to “wait for the wind”. Because my wife gave me a birthday present a few days ago, an astronomical telescope was set up, but the sky was not beautiful, and it was cloudy for several nights, so I used this title “Waiting for the Wind”.
Look, it really takes a bit of work to combine the feeling at the beginning of the article with the expectation of using an astronomical telescope.
Let’s see how I pull it over (because it’s about to be served).
Although “Waiting for the Wind to Come” was not sent out, it did get windy that night, and the clouds were blown away by the moon on the hills. I went to the study room at 1:00 in the middle of the night to take a look, and sure enough I saw the silver moonlight filling the entire space. . I did see the moon with a telescope that night. It’s an unexpected pleasure that comes from not demanding it.
Sometimes the subject is left behind but forgotten in the corner. After a period of time, we meet again by accident, and there will be new possibilities. If I think about the insights at that time, maybe it will be a process of self-refutation. Different perceptions, because of the self-correction after the experience, suddenly appear. A character, a dialogue with the past self across time and space, this is the joy of writing.
I can’t make it up, the barbecue is really coming. Happy Friday everyone in advance!
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