In the interest of remaining productive during a self-quarantine, I've looked to put together a series on apprehending the present state of things, coming to terms with it, and then moving forward. And perhaps writing and observing regularly on various interesting phenomena. I've made some progress but now I'm a bit tired.
Being isolated in a confined space does do things to you, especially depending on what is going on outside, and what that means for you. Like someone trapped in a car trunk, rolled up in a ball, the concern has become: ok my left arm is getting numb, and now if I can just contort this other side of me, and then slip this other way and get this part of my body situated, and...there! Much better. Now my right hand is getting numb. Also: eesh I'm in a trunk.
I'm taking in a lot of intense and contradictory energy - both endogenous and exogenous energies of course - a lot of misery, despair, rage, but also hope and decency. There is a lot there, and a lot that needs to be processed and articulated in due time, but right now it is just a mess.
So for now I'm biding my time. A mixture of resting, obsessing, getting distracted, and etc. I imagine once I stretch out a bit again, and get a couple of breaths of fresh air, some of this stuff will be coming together and falling into place again. It is how it usually happens.
Water needs air to move, or as an old general principle in physics and mystics has it: matter requires space to do its thing. Till then.
