Again and again.
We try to figure things out.
With optimism.
Thoughts for display.
Waiting for more light.
Hurried thoughts.
Ruminating.
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Some Time Ago III
Still waiting for an outcome.
It’s been a while.
Waiting.
Thinking.
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 Time Ago II
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.
Some Time Ago I
Found a bunch of negatives in my drawer from some time ago.
Definitely pre-Covid, judging from the lack of masks.
Happy days.
Stuff to look at.
When there’s hope.
When the temperature is not too high…
Quiet Thoughts II
Nothing to say.
Sometimes we forget and speak.
Like the door is not shut.
Imperfections.
Looking back.
The ground is hard.
Quiet Thoughts I
What a year.
We’re waiting for it to be over but it’s still happening.
Quietly.
We seek consolation.
We wait.
Quietly, quietly.
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.
Repetition Again
Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
I need that clever sounding quote on boredom and imagination somewhere on my bookshelves.
Oh well.
This.
This again.
This.
This also.
Someday…
Repetition
It’s getting repetitive.
Taking the same route around the village. Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
Is this worth looking at?
Somewhere on my bookshelves is a clever-sounding quote on boredom and imagination.
This wasn’t here yesterday.
These weren’t here yesterday.
Things on Their Own
Another day of not going anywhere, thanks to Covid-19.
Walked around and looked at nothing.
But there’s no such thing as nothing.
Everything speaks.
Our aspirations and joy.
Rules in many languages.
Things tell our lives.
Things arranged into sense.
Things in order.
The observer becomes a shadow.
Another Day
Another day of not going anywhere.
Feeling like this.
Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
Feeling like this.
Still, we walk.
There’s still beauty.
A self to cultivate.
As we go from here to there.
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