Thursday, May 11, 2006
The Blanket Truth
It’s like being caught in a current, twisting me round and round. Suddenly, I find myself caught in a net, the accumulations of all my lifetimes just under the surface. The unconscious, it seems, will not let me go. My past accompanies me and occasionally kidnaps my present, so that all the distinctions I have depended upon for security disappear. It is a blur - my past, present, and future. When this happens, I am no longer sure who I am, or perhaps I can no longer pretend to be sure of who I am. Yet I cling faithfully to the clock, willing the hours to pass, certain I will move on, only to discover the clock is neither a raft or lifebelt. Rather, it is an horological illusion of progress. I tow people and things, emotions, time’s inhabitants with me.Ethelinde at 12:21 am