Distance does matter both in space and time for cherishing the trope of personal events, sadly in snippets, etched on to the mental screen of ours as evoked by our memory, not so much the doings of our habitual cognitive inertia as of something phenomenal quirk or odd we are endowed with as of our mental capability in reflecting and sorting and calculating and toning with vividness and sharpness where it's left blurred and burred, with much more expressions and gestures chiseled out as of the adrenalines running through our veins by the doings of the paroxysm of emotions now. It does matter even more for noting them down in the form of an artistic creativity through shedding more tears or chuckling deep within. And for the capitalistic fray of a race of now, the modern world, it does for estranging two lovers within the span of a short period of time--more needs of now than the bygone mountain of promises and tender words, more forms of casuistry out there to absolve ourselves of our misdeeds. And it does for romanticizing the pale reality of our present life with something to hold on to, something out there but not there, something telegenic or photogenic like Kpop stellar gloss and resplendence on the iridescent TV screen at anyone's home among us--like the one who has not caught up yet in the whirlwind of the same chasing fray of a yonder world's tenseness and reality but looking at it with the safe but taken for granted buffer of distance, like reading a novel or watching a movie, with the coveted, self-created images flickering on the other part of one's mental screen.
