It seems to be speeding up, but is it though? is it really? seeing it telescope up and out as time passes and individual perspectives shift. And the volume’s winding up all the while.
(this image is from my new-moon-vision-board-book . not as a statement of fear or doom, but shift and transformation)
But FFS, it’s relentless.
Right? I mean, isn’t it?
It doesn’t let up.
I can’t process it in any particular order, so I spend little bits of day here in my world, releasing confusion into my art journal.
This is a world populated by mismatch and clash. In that sense, perhaps it isn’t so different from the one outside.
Looking out, looking in. Trying to digest. Thinking forward, plans to make a positive contribution and fighting the voice inside that laughs in the face of that notion.
If you’re disconbobulated in scrambled emotions, if you’re feeling helpless, if you’re full of fear, my thoughts are with you. Much love, my friends.