- June 24th, 2016
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Living: it’s a tough gig.
Mess. Confusion. Misunderstanding. Secrets. Clutter. The world. Difference. Kindness. Intrigue. Nostalgia. Revenge. Ambition. Betrayal. Noise. Choice. Death. Anger. Regret. Power. Loyalty. Love. Lust. Desire. Infatuation. Momentary infatuation. Memory. Imagination.
Imagining the person who distracted you for a large part of your teenage life – un-kissed and unfulfilled. The one that got away. The niggling suspicion that perhaps everything has got a way from you – that panic that comes from consciousness, from both action and inaction. The advertised insistence that perhaps the grass is greener and you are, kept – by your own fear, or your own doing (or not doing) on your side of the fence, Haunted by the idea that perhaps you could be happier, or healthier, or quirkier or something if only you’d for once, take the advice you’ve been given and actually followed through.
And despite living feeling so specific and so personal – none of it is new.
All civilisations, all cultures, since the beginning of time and in all corners of the world have tried to process the toughness of living into some form of sense.
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