Ardwall

It was a pretty dismal looking forecast so I went for a quick sea swim and then on to Wigtown’s book festival. It was a treat, although dangerous, to sit and enjoy a delicious bowl of soup in the Reading Lasses bookshop and cafe. I managed to resist given I haven’t even finished I, Julian yet.
I then went and listened to David Farrier’s talk …  https://tickets.wigtownbookfestival.com/sales/main-programme/events/wbf-2024/events/how-to-dream-a-new-world-with-

Much of the talk and the Future Library https://www.futurelibrary.no/ project made me think of Eliot’s Four Quartets …

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

… from Burnt Norton

That all tied in to listening to The Kindness of Strangers by Kerry Hudson on my way there … https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0023g66

It all also connected to reading a quote on Arachne's recent blip …  'Music is never old or new… it only exists in the moment of its sounding’ …(O/Modernt)… https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/3286268443149468078 …which I had already been thinking of when listening to Bach’s cello suite no.1 on my journey.

Thinking and linking, as my old tutor always used to say.
Thank goodness for thoughts, ideas, and beauty, for company in my fug.