
About this work / story layer
The story inside Mooncatch
I gave this man a fishing rod and sent him out at night. Not to a river, but to a small puddle on a cracked, empty road. The street lamp drops a little gold light on him. Inside the water, a blue glow holds a moon that is not really there. He is barefoot, leaning forward, sitting very still and waiting. I think a lot of our deepest wishes look like this. We drop a line into something small and plain, and we hope it gives us back the whole sky. The philosopher Ernst Bloch wrote that there only has to be some point of contact between dream and life. That is what this puddle becomes for him. Not an escape from the world, but a small place where the world opens. He is not catching the moon. He is staying, in case it comes to him.



