I’m tidying up a bit, trying to physically and mentally collapse the chaos of self into a thing of purpose, and realizing that each item I’ve kept or touched is an anchor to a potential self I’ve yet to realize.
In this first month of 2021, I’m more frayed than I’d like to admit. The world insists on spinning in the old way, even though the old way and the old structures are being challenged by their own weight.
It seems as though there is another world at our fingertips–a dream of a better tomorrow that could be grasped–if we weren’t stuck in the world of today.
Can we get there from here?