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I like ellipses, always have, the uncertainty of the unsaid and unsayable, or just the pretence that something profound exists in their appearance... when there may be nothing there at all. Alain de Botton writes in a chapter called Ellipses, 'There is an Arabic saying that the soul travels at the pace of a camel. While most of our self is led by the strict demands of timetables and diaries, our soul, the seat of the heart trails nostalgically behind, burdened by the weight of memory.' Well I just don't trust that. I mean is it the 'weight of memory' or the anticipation of future nostalgia? I like to anticipate nostalgia to come rather than dwelling on the past. Of course there are some who would say the opposite about me. Indeed have said the opposite, that in fact I am terribly nostalgic for the past but is it just ellipses... the stories of a nostalgic past that never actually existed, the rewriting of a past that never happened, the ellipses... that blur the world that did. Nostalgia, a return to a place that never existed in the first place; its the real life version of airbrushing. Ellipses allow for that... So when the questions arise, 'how was your weekend, your day, your life...' the answer is always...
