(Stepping Around The Edges)
A response to the Christmas/New Year pressures. Doing something because I wanted to, rather than because others think I ought to. The pressures to celebrate the inevitable; the 25th December and the 1st January happen every year.
I’ve never been a fan of this season. That’s only more the case now. Initially, after the accident, I couldn’t handle the pressure of the typical group celebration – it triggered, or had the potential to trigger, being overwhelmed – creating a brain that can’t cope. Now, yes, that danger has partly receded. But only partly. I don’t feel the risk is worth taking.
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Here. There. Everywhere. (Garden Lights #2))
Multiple colours as a kind of representation of a mind, my mind. The fragmentation of thoughts.
Recognisable or not. Seemingly clear or frustratingly blurred. They are all fragments.
These days, fragmentation is my recurring reality: of thoughts, as a feeling. It’s a recurring applicable adjective.
Arguably … for many of us, fragmentation is an objective assessment of the life in this digital era. There is perpetual distraction. There are endless superficial lures. But if that’s a common reality, that it’s common is scant consolation without an attractive, available, achievable alternative.
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