Here is a memory.
I have been struggling a little to find the words to continue my blog.
This is not to say nothing has been happening – these have been incredible times, yet, there is a break, or, disconnect between where I am now and where I want to be.
Here and over there.
Yesterday someone talked with me briefly, about reality.
What is true.
Made-up, make-believe and hidden.
I didn’t quite get it – uncertain as to the agenda or what was hidden behind their words; you see, I can be a little suspicious, or, maybe cautious at times.
No wonder when we are going through such an upheaval.
Post-truth, tech, digital, media.
Call it what you want.
The change is so quick that no one has time to adjust or accept; just like the planet, warming faster than we have the capacity to evolve, society is changing more rapidly than our senses.
At times it is all too much.
My most significant moments relate to three areas:
Encounters with people.
Encounters with nature.
Beyond all of this there isn’t really anything else.
You see; it is sometimes difficult as encounters need to be deeper; there has to be connection or meaning, something more substantive.
Once the binary code has integrated itself into my past, my memory, that is, I believe it has passed the test.* My unconscious has determined the validity of the event or the moment and immortalised it in a handy schema of neurones; loose wires and metabolic disconnections.
Everything else is perception or more accurately, avoidance. Hiding.
And, the memory.
Well, that would be telling.
*aka The good shit sticks