In a world of optimised efficiency, be slow every moment you can. Start dreaming again. What did you dream of being as a child. Get in touch with that! Refuse the rush the world puts on us. You aren't running out of time. This is your power!
[I had met this man in a band in Oaxaca and who was 55 and had moved from Vienna to start his band. we spoke for hours about this. He told me how his life had been stolen from him by efficiency and he will be spending the rest of his life winning it back.]
I left for a while to go on a study abroad experience. The more time passes after The Thing, the less life makes sense. I'm trying to get back to the people I used to know, to get back into the routine I had, the things I used to think. But somehow EVERYTHING about and around me is different and I don't understand ANYTHING. My body is different, my time isn't the same and somehow even my thought process has changed. I came back home expecting familiarity and warmth, and surprise, the world has obviously moved on (as I did) and nothing is the same, except all that is. Maybe not understanding everything I thought I had already integrated is part of growing up, I feel as if I'm shedding old skin to make room for new one, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm scared, confused, and generally don't really get the concept of time passing. I never used to get when people said they wanted the world to stop for a second, because that wasn't me, I wanted more, faster, more, all of it. Now I get it. Let me lay here for a moment and not think about anything. ☆lookaliveodette!!!!!!☆
Big navel gazer here; I often start in a delusionally romantic state of viewing things and evolve to a kind of reserved pragmatism through the process critical examination. Lately, writing has been like preserving these ephemeral states in amber, coexisting in a state of delicious permanence I can return to, instead of allowing them to wash away with the tides. This ultimately helps me engage more deeply with the world.
Digital archives, national archives, old movie tickets and photos, notes app archives, old instagram posts or even a big old warehouse. The idea that anything can be worthy of being remembered is beautiful.