Looking for something in the hope of losing it.

Proust wrote, ‘In search of lost time’. Shortly, I thought about the search for ‘time that comes.’ But if I’m claiming over and over again that it is important to live in the 'now', then maybe this search deals with the present time “à la recherche du temps qui est.” a life work. Is it possible to look for something – in the hope of losing it? In search of the losing of time, that is. 

Fascinated by the duality of slowness.