Abstract Thoughts at Bedtime

The world isn’t black and white, and there isn’t always a perfect solution to problems, just as there isn’t always someone to blame – not even yourself.

That annoys me. I want everything to be neat, logical and fair – but it’s not.

It could be that we’re all just part of the colour spectrum – we make a grand light show. Or we’re the cells of a larger organism – maybe a giant rhubarb that grows ponderously in space. When I see the repeated patterns and shifting hues of fractal art, I can’t help but wonder…

Cosmic Rhubarb

Tranquillity

Mood: Quiet
Listening to: The slow dance of the stars

It doesn’t matter how tired or bad I feel about anything – I have basic peace of mind. It’s the thing that says “nothing matters,” and “it will all be the same in a hundred years.” It also says “your family’s there for you; even the ones who are dead and gone will forever be in your background. Nothing can alter that.” Mum says I look astonishingly like her mother. They looked like each other, though she doesn’t agree. I must be one of the few women around who accepts the words “you are just like your mother” as a compliment. I don’t know how it is that I can be feeling like a cracked cup in a reject shop, turn around and hold close to thoughts about the the dark night and the stars; all the centuries before and the centuries after… and lie quiet again. It’s a long time and a lot of darkness – but we were here once… warm and real.