Take a step back and blur out my vision.....blur out my mind.....blur out my world. This suffocation I feel of well defined meanings, edges, colours, actions, just about everything.... The rules it apply leave me little space to imagine and to hope. It is sharp, it is rigid......it is suffocating....
There are days when the sharpness of the world becomes so routine that I move in an almost automatic pilot. There is no control. There is no consciousness. There is no thought. Only reflex.....In a moment not troubled by the rues, thoughts and expectations the world blurs out....the sounds disappear and the world will get by just as I get by the world. No acknowledgement. No greeting. No hope. No agenda. It is a freedom. It is a freedom for being neither here nor there. Lost in translation where the language of the world cannot be interpreted by the ears of the mind...... I seek solace, refuge in this ill defined world. Where my juxtaposition to the world has no meaning, no purpose, but perhaps just mere conincidence.
