Catching ephemera. It’s sounds magical, mystical, even playful. And it applies to belonging. To start unraveling the web of silken debris that forms belonging and identity we must loosen our hold on the logical and run with instinct and intuition. We cannot grab belonging and shove it in a pocket. We cannot clench identity in our hands like a passport. Belonging, identity, home. These concepts are separate yet often confused, eternal yet fleeting. To ponder them is to catch the ephemera of our time.
”If there is a fault in reporting, after all, it is not that it is too ephemeral but that it is not ephemeral enough, too quickly concerned with what seems big at the time to see what is small and more likely to linger.” Adam Gopnik Paris to the Moon (Random House, 2000)