The Hour is Blue

Inception

By FARHA GUERRERO

Today I spent some time thinking about the word inception.

Inception is that fragile beginning — the moment when something imagined intersects with something real.

This may be the beginning of the beginning — when an idea comes, the instant it emerges, when its essence is formed.

It is the moment when a musician first hears a new melody in silence: the time that precedes writing it down, before holding the instrument.

I couldn’t help connect inception with my writing.

How a story like Pomeriggiosera, conceived now under seven months ago, one early morning around 4 a.m., held its essence in its final draft.

Despite how it evolved, it never hinged away from its original — what I felt in Aosta that morning.

I find this so beautiful.