Certain moments are very surprising when one notices how mundane things can get quite quickly. And this brief moment sometimes and all of a sudden becomes a week while you are thinking of how many people let it go for a life.
When those moments are commented on by your friends and family, at ease giving abstract advise, somehow - they tell you - it is your fault and you are led again to fault. Fault that it exists fault that you made it exist. One and the same?
Very possibly so.
I am in the process of trying to displace some of these ideas. What about those moments when things are so quick rapid changing glancing moving, digesting tranquil and soft and rapid transit all in one. Clutching and gripping while sliding and tilting. All good diversity melted into a clay ball that is baked and suddenly mundane. Suddenly you've reached some sort of destination or stop and that stop is telling you wrong. Uncontrollably you wonder if you've gotten off the train or if you are still on it. Boarded and then unmounted, you wished you were on a horse who reminded you of its strength while you rode it, and gave you strict definition that go was go.
