Emotions are running amoc in me, pictures coming and going. Hopeful, hopeless, trusting, distrusting, in love, envious, happy, unhappy, focused, unfocused, images flicking through my mind, all refusing to let themselves be sorted, felt through, analysed, just remaining there on the edge of what I can reach, on the edge between what's visible and what becomes invisible in the fog that surrounds me (1).

No, I don't believe I'm seriously unstable. This will pass, things will settle down, the future will show me what's real and what's not. I trust that. In the mean time, though, being in this state of mind is quite a piece of work. And yet, I know I have it easy.

Hopefully, dancing this evening will ground me a bit.


  1. there's actually fog surrounding me, surrounding the place I am. Beautiful fog, I actually like it, the physical fog that adds mystery to the environment... the fog in my mind, thought, is something else... ↩

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