I’ve recently reached one year at DARP, one year since I left London and took on the task of reconfiguring my brain with the slowness of seclusion. Reading back some of the journal I was keeping during the first few months of this newness was difficult in parts; reading and absorbing the anguish in my voice, observing myself observing myself as daily practice. I’m shameless of him, also without pride. I’ve no longer the need to stretch towards these zones, which leave gaps, give me a comedown. Chopping off –pruning– extreme emotions is helping me nurture a stronger, bushier neutral zone. Instead I notice my lips are dry and need some attention; I salve them and take a quick screen break.
Forgiving hands
Forgiving hands
Forgiving hands
I’ve recently reached one year at DARP, one year since I left London and took on the task of reconfiguring my brain with the slowness of seclusion. Reading back some of the journal I was keeping during the first few months of this newness was difficult in parts; reading and absorbing the anguish in my voice, observing myself observing myself as daily practice. I’m shameless of him, also without pride. I’ve no longer the need to stretch towards these zones, which leave gaps, give me a comedown. Chopping off –pruning– extreme emotions is helping me nurture a stronger, bushier neutral zone. Instead I notice my lips are dry and need some attention; I salve them and take a quick screen break.