april and it’s unsettling feeling.
and then the house project that i began. had been dreaming of it for so long.
but it didn’t turn out as i had dreamt of it.
it’s half ended with piles of paintings in one corner
of carpets and rugs in another corner
out of sync and niche.
and so what begins seldom ends as one envisages.
it may not end at all.
I keep bumping into myself and saying oh sorry.. not now.
covid fatigue is the new word around the internet.
i wonder if it’s an ancient tiredness i carry and not something new.
i keep screenshots of homes, beds, benches and plants.
i keep adding layers to dreams.
i do not think much now a days. just randomly read stuff.
these days am reading Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit. Actually re reading it. funny how ones perspective changes when we return to a book after a while.
two things i am yearning this week:
1. samosas… the potatoes melting in my mouth.. comfort food.
2. making collages of photographs I have taken. and mounting them to adorn the walls.
