2046

It took me a while to decide upon a title for this one. Sometimes I like to hold off on that until the end. Holding off frees things up a lot, I think. Naming something from the outset, compartmentalizing it, tends to limit my range of movement. But I'm not looking to riff tonight. I have the idea in mind. I've been thinking a lot about this one place. So I thought of going with Our Glorious Years...; Another Room; Time Out Of Time; etc. But how could I go with anything but the obvious?

There were two ways I was thinking of going about this. In the first, I could've provided a back story and unveiled the source material which would almost certainly ruin that experience of discovery; not fun. In the second, I could've totally disregarded the source and limited my discussion to it's reference; also not fun. I'm going to go with the third option and split the difference. I'm not going to link to the inspiration of this musing but I am going to reference it directly, and for those intrepid readers who decide to explore the source for themselves be warned that you could spoil things if you do. ;)

2046 is a room. A very special room. It's interesting, trying to visualize the mind at work, especially memory. For me it's sometimes tunnels. Sometimes it's filaments of light. Maybe they're drawers. But more often than not they're doors and windows... that lead to rooms. 2046 is the number of a hotel room. 2046 is dream, memory and space all in one. 2046 is having a memory to a place and time that no longer belongs to this place and time. Memory, by virtue of being exactly what it is is no longer a part of this place and time because it's a part of the past. But 2046 is more than that. More disconnected. The splendour of it's experience in the flesh is too great to hold onto in memory. It becomes otherworldly. 2046 isn't here. 2046 is about love and loss. It's a love out of time. Sometimes you don't believe you've been there; that you could be there. There is the dream of what could have been. 2046 is lament and regret. Always about what could have been and can never be changed. There's a hunger to feel again, to burn again. 2046 is smoke and ashes. People travel to 2046 never knowing it; never knowing what they're on the hunt for. 2046 is longing and sadness. It's a memory of a time and a place that no longer belong to the people we've become. They're ghost lies. Fantasies of what was and can never be. The memory is sharp and solid; Two edges. Beauty coupled with the pain of loss and change. 2046 never changes and it never leaves. You can travel to 2046 any time you please, but it always comes at a price...


DS333, leaving.