a blur on yuyao lu, my attempt back at agency work.

all of it is temporary.

it comes in waves. happiness, contentment, sadness, anger. each day, like seasons, like the daylight hours. we have feeling wash over us. consume us. dramatic and unpredictable, we are walking in the sun one day and the next moment the rain is soaking us.

like noises from a passing plane, important at the moment but gone at another, as new ones enter in the place. these noises and feelings are so fleeting.

collections of memories, like your favorite possessions, in your mind and heart one moment, but fleeting. gone and replaced with others moments later. the music changes, the weather changes, you move, you gain something and lose another, pretend that it does not matter because it does not. flashing before your eyes, moments of memories, real as it might seem to be,  try to hold onto it and watch it vanish before your eyes.

momentary, temporary, all of it.