Close your eyes and picture the best day in your life. Imagine the sights, the smells, and the sounds. Remember how it all felt on your skin. On your nerves. On your bones. As you open your eyes, you remember that moment in all its fleeting glory because that’s all that’s left in the passing of time: our memories and the way we relive them. No matter how hard we clutch them, no matter how hard we cling to them, we can’t relive them in the way we want. Not in the present, not in any tangible way. In some regards, the notion of time as a stream we can only dip our toes in but not control is a core theme of Ari Gold’s "The Song of Sway Lake". As representatives of the past and the future collide in the present, arguing over value, arguing over meaning, Sway Lake beckons them all to focus on what’s good, appreciate the now, and remember.
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