Something on your mind?
Items, historical events, weird facts, the natural world, conversations, people, ideas, colors, noise, emotional states, gossip, music, literature, poetry, physics, cosmetics, mechanics, attitudes, textures, parallel to each other and never meeting. It’s not supposed to make any sense. It is breakneck sensory overload in its most graceful, balanced form.
I don’t think there’s anything left to grieve. Outside there are birds in the rain. The air feels like it’s taking a slow breath out, like you do after you’ve made a painful decision or are faced with telling unpleasant truths. It is apologetic & sympathetic. No judgement. Just soggy pants.