Flowish

Sometimes, as I work (or not) on something, either at workplace or at home, there are bits of thoughts and feelings which seem to just instantly flow through me and then they're gone. Like a millisecond's glimpse of a past life, only that I know it is of this one. Those still memories and emotional sparks, are hard to keep up with, because they fade as fast as they appear, like dreams in the morning. But their significance feels huge (cough). I need to catch up with them, it's not much different than trying to catch a fly with a beer-cup. They sometimes seem like little jars containing life, waiting to be grasped while on air, expecting to be opened and examined.