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.