Run Towards the Danger: Confrontations with a Body of Memory

by Sarah Polley

The past was affecting how I moved through the world, while present life was affecting how the past moved through me.

The past and present, I have come to realize, are in constant dialogue, acting upon one another in a kind of reciprocal pressure dance.

Please don’t ever apologize for having a reasonable response to something difficult.

It’s as though I can see this moment in Super 8. I can already sense how I will feel when I remember it years from now. I’m nostalgic for the present, mourning its passing even as it happens.

If things persist the way they are now, my heart will fight its way through the brain fog and scream its grief for the moments it has missed.