For some time it has felt like I should retire or change the name of this blog. After nearly eight years, “Junk Thief” just doesn’t fit my reality. Much of the snark and irony that led me to launching it nearly a decade ago no longer resonates with me. But I haven’t been able to completely let go, even if my readership is minimal.
So changing the blog name and eventually my moniker seemed to make sense.
The Shattering of Time is a term that came up in a video a friend and I made a few years ago. Proust wanted to regain time, and I want to shatter it. Or I fear it being shattered. There is always too little or too much time, always lingering too long or fleeting when you really want it.
My silly collages posted here regularly reflect some of my concepts of the shattering of time — characters who never met who are brought together to define a reality, a bubble of time. Like thoughts floating down a river as if they were leaves from unrelated leaves.
Thus, the departure of a year felt like a time to make that process of change, tiny champagne bubbles certain to burst before our eyes can clearly focus on them but they were still there, part of the event.