This constant drama is boring me. Three perfect weeks and I am plunged back again into what shouldn't have to be the reality. It is a whirlwind of one dramatic event after another, yet nothing different ever happens. It's always up and down and it's always a flat unmoving line. Zoom in and you see the fluctuations. Zoom out and nothing has changed.
Ideally, don't we all want that line, both zoomed in and out, to be climbing up, up, up? Somehow if that line stays straight for too long, the canvas tilts to the right and the perspective changes; you've been going down, down, down all this time and bringing it back up takes more than ever before.
Not depressed, just musing and only slightly glum.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett