Busy every day.
What to do.
We are our environment.
Covered in light and shadow.
To and fro.
Heavy news every day.
We carry on.
Again and again.
We try to figure things out.
Thoughts for display.
Waiting for more light.
Still waiting for an outcome.
It’s been a while.
It’s blurry but every day is made up of quick furtive glimpses like this.
Every day there’s news.
Sometimes it’s better to stay cocooned.
Some more buying.
When things are not so intense.
When there’s audio space.
Space for different characters.
When people lay out their stuff and thoughts.
When there’s an immersion into everyday things.
Found a bunch of negatives in my drawer from some time ago.
Definitely pre-Covid, judging from the lack of masks.
Stuff to look at.
When there’s hope.
When the temperature is not too high…
Nothing to say.
Sometimes we forget and speak.
Like the door is not shut.
The ground is hard.
What a year.
We’re waiting for it to be over but it’s still happening.
We seek consolation.
A broken path is still a path.
There’s a waiting boat.
When will we be children again.
Or do we bend to wisdom of our age.
Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
I need that clever sounding quote on boredom and imagination somewhere on my bookshelves.