Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Peace comes in pieces . . . an edge here, a corner there . . . of connection.
But the Meaning?
Still flat-- stuck somehow in the spaces between.
Beyond the borders? Or in the layers of the jumble that persists . . . Within?
Cherice Montgomery, August 15 - September 17, 2005