Oct 27, 2016 @ 17:29 CET

Dear Ivan,

I ran into a long lost friend recently. We run into each other regularly, but not very often. Let’s say, once every couple of years. Just long enough to have some bigger things to catch up on.

I often worry about not having the means to create as much as I’d like to, forcing me to shelve my mind and hopefully preserve it. And when projects finally get into that execution phase, I always feel like they have a speed that is alien to reality. I know it’s really only me and my perception of time, and my inability to not constantly be weighed down by the immediacy of things. Why does everything always seem to stand still yet move so fast.

And then I meet my friend, and it’s been about two years. How’ve you been? OK and you? OK too, and what are you up to these days? This and this… and you? This and this… and while she’s talking and I’m talking, she smiles and I do too. We realise that all’s well, that we have our ups and downs yes of course, but that we’re also slowly moving forward in a meaningful way.

The dark monster of immediacy is a paradox to me. Time itself is a constant thing, that cesium-133 atom oscillating relentlessly 9,192,631,770 times per second ticking away tick tock – do you realise that we only live for about 4500 weeks – but experiencing time moves in different cycles. Looking back on a life, I wish there were a way to measure those variable cycles. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, maybe they should be called years instead of what years are now.

And now I’ve arrived at my first atomic half life. Everything from here on halved like carbon in ever increasing speed, every time murderously halving the time I have left. Immediacy yet again.

A new manifesto. I hereby declare that time is precious, but not too precious. We’re only permitted to realise this preciousness every so often, so as not to be constantly frozen by it, frantically trying to hold on to something that is meant to be forever slipping through our fingers in the first place.

/// #image_by_image is an ongoing conversation between photographers Ivan Sigal and Anton Kusters. @ivansigal and @antonkusters on Instagram ///