The Orbit of Memory

We are all caught in the gravity of our own spinning, tracing circles around a center we cannot always name. There is a peculiar comfort in the blur, the way the sharp edges of the day soften when we move fast enough to leave our worries behind. Like a moth circling a flame, or the seasons folding into one another, we are constantly shedding our stillness to become something kinetic, something bright. We think we are going somewhere, yet we are merely painting rings in the dark, tethered to the earth by invisible threads of habit and hope. Perhaps the point is not to reach a destination, but to become the light itself—a streak of color against the velvet weight of the night. If we stopped the rotation, would we lose the magic of the motion, or would we finally see the faces of those who have been spinning beside us all along? What remains when the music fades and the wheel finally comes to rest?

Kurien Koshy Yohannan has captured this feeling of perpetual motion in his work titled Whizzing Round. It is a beautiful reminder that even in the heart of a city, we are all just light chasing its own tail. Does this image make you feel like you are moving, or like you are watching the world spin by?