I love being able to see those concrete pieces of history. Things people used to own, use, etc... That's my favorite part of history.
Yes, yes...I also feel like that, and also when I look at art....I wonder what random thoughts people were thinking etc as they refined the painting. Especially the classic artists...I always stare at their paintings in the gallery for a long time....and imagine the canvas when it was blank and they bought it....what did they eat for dinner that night....when did they rush back to it to do more work...where has the painting been...a million little things like that.
That's why I've kept away from Lucifer's knitting thread. I'm like that with knitting...I think of all the stitches and the thoughts people were thinking when they were doing it.
I'm sure Lucifer doesn't keep a list...but it's what is so special about things like that. It's like that article or piece of artwork lived with you and your thoughts during that time in your life.
You just described the inside of my mind, better than even I could have.
I've always wondered what people were wondering. Its like that painting in the Chicago Art Institute, by Georges Seurat "A sunday on La Grande", there's a little girl whose face cannot be seen, but she's there in the center of the picture, looking straight at the artist. I've always wondered about what she may have been thinking at that moment, what was the rest of her day like, what happened to her, did she live a happy life, did I pass by her on a street somewhere later in life? I get facisnated by one small piece and obsess on it. But it is usually some obscure (or inconsequential) piece, something most other people would skip over.
One of the most emotional movies for me was "somewhere in time". For many reasons but the biggest one is thinking of all the people who could have been a great love of mine, only being born too long ago, or not yet.
