I don’t remember individual tweets, blog posts, or status updates for very long. I do remember individual novels, vacations, and relationships.
Time and detail matter. They have depth, and weight, and life.
And yet, I also feel the cumulative substance of the more ephemeral experiences in which I habitually engage: meals, sunsets, church meetings, and exercise, for example.
But even after years of overindulgence, reading tweets, blog posts, and status updates have very little cumulative substance.
A ton of feathers may weigh the same as a ton of bricks, but years of sunsets outweigh years of tweets.
I want to read the complete works of Charles Dickens. I want to spend years exploring and gardening the same patch of homeland. I want to be married to the same woman forever.
These are the kinds of things that take a lot of time and involve deep detail. They do matter because they have matter.
(Inspired by Katrina Kenison’s introductory essay to The Best American Short Stories 2006. Copied from my journal entry, 1.24.2015)