Bang
in the middle of the hot summer of 2012 I wanted to go to Park
Henrykowski, situated on the grey block-littered outskirts of Warsaw,
to see Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris, which was to be screened in the open air. I left my place too late,
got on the wrong bus and never got there. All those months later I
still receive weekly reminders of the event from the Google calendar,
which don't let me forget I must have moved a wrong lever
somewhere on the relevant website; and that life seems to be as much about losing experiences as about gaining them* - and that we are free to focus on the missed Allen's shots of Paris or on going there and shooting it ourselves.
(If that's not corny I don't know what is.)
*however, as a believer in total compensation I believe God can restore our lost experiences at some point, and on his terms of course.
*however, as a believer in total compensation I believe God can restore our lost experiences at some point, and on his terms of course.
