Mind Limning

Do you ever feel as if you are a part of a movie ? you know what I mean .. like you re standing in front of the subway train and when it just zips past you u feel it takes along some moments of ur life . You probably do not know quite consciously what those moments are but it did take away something with it . Or for example when you see a park blooming with colourful tulips , you start picturing yourself in one of those very unreal romantic or self satiated moments like in a movie .
It happens to me sometimes. Ok. I am undertoning this to sound sane. It happens to me quite often . And this recurrent happening urged me to look up the technical definition of a movie and its synonyms cinema and film , and categorize this happening to a socially understandable form . And what I found was this . While film and movie could be defined as a form of entertainment that enacts a story by sound and a sequence of images giving the illusion of continuous movement , cinema is a medium that disseminates moving pictures . And I guess “ my happening “ would conform more to the latter and therefore from now on I rename “ my happening “ to
“ my cinema “. Banal I know, but seemed closest to what I was trying to see it as .( I apologise to the cognoscentes in film studies for using such dim witted definitions and phrases to communicate what I want to . )
So coming back to “ my cinema “. I don’t realise or try to figure out which scene from which movie my cinematic moment identifies with . Its just cinema like and so I was wondering if it was possible to join such moments and make a cinema in celluloid . But, for a cinema , conventionally , one needs a story and a time frame . In this case , the story is life itself and no time frame can be posed unless I come across one of these “my cinematic moments “ where I die and therefore do not see any more of such moments and thats where the celluloid ends. I realise that the celluloid is not going to comprise of eventful moments (as life is always not eventful ) that could be stringed together to make a story out of it and therefore does it mean that there is no content to “ my cinema “?
Or am I getting it all wrong ? Its all these uneventful moments that are weaved together to make a film or a story or a poem or a painting or a photograph and it then serves as the magic thing that its creator uses to communicate . The weaving pattern for each form of art is different but the source of the raw content is these ”moments “ . By now, I am not quite sure if the nomenclature of “cinematic moments “ befits the purpose of what I am trying to figure out . So let’s get to call them simply “moments “ . Sorry for being a wee bit finicky about naming things .Courtesy to my lab fridge which says in bold : Label all bottles and tubes !!! .
Yes so what I understand is while a painter weaves moments in colours, a movie maker does it with cinematic moments, a writer weaves it through words in his stories, a poet weaves it with rhyme and words (not always though ), a photographer captures the essence of these moments in frames , a singer patterns it with notes(musical) and words .
And people like me weave such moments to make a blog with very little sense . Pardon me my readers, if I have taken your mind into too much of thinking for nothing . I wanted a fellow traveller to go through this dangerous mind of mine to perceive and have an affirmation to my perception of art as an entity and its delineation into different forms .