Image Credit: Josh Marshall via Unsplash I’ve been thinking a lot about spaces, from the shapes of enclosed amazon boxes to the infinite nothingness that exists outside earth. My space musings (not necessarily space as in out-of-space) were initially triggered while on a local flight recently. As if air travel is not enough to keep me tense to my bones, it turns out the airlines have removed their mask mandates which means I am stuck in a breakable metal box, suspended in a space reserved for winged creatures, and paranoid about a pandemic that appears to have lost its bite. When I think about spaces, however, I think about enclosures – the distance from one point to another, a kind of constriction, a closing in: think leg room while flying coach, or that fleeting moment where your head is stuck in the wrong sleeve hole. Yet, spaces are also places of adventure—endless green fields, football pitches, the expanding universe now bided to tech billionaires. In any case, spaces tend to facilitate proximity and encounters, after all, the idea of space is relative to motion and distance regardless of how fictive those concepts might be at any given moment.
These thoughts of yours speaks to me too much, feels like I'm being psychoanalyzed.
I've grappled with some of these thoughts, being an introvert, a loner and one of my friends even call me a sigma male.
- In my in-between-ness, I find refuge in none living things, books, music, art or generally try to do nothing, absolutely nothing but pay attention to my breath.
- For the most crucial seasons of my life, I just do. One of your mails said something about, "Answers aren't always necessary for consistency: do the work, burn the candle, hold the dream, honour your convictions", that's what I do without dwelling too much on what the results might be.
- Ways I share myself with the world: service and writing.
- Language of service, it's always in the little things for me. Language of intimacy is also acts of service, I am held bound by the fact that people think of you and do things for you without asking cos that's what I do without expectations.
Tochi,
You write so beautifully, it's flowery.
These thoughts of yours speaks to me too much, feels like I'm being psychoanalyzed.
I've grappled with some of these thoughts, being an introvert, a loner and one of my friends even call me a sigma male.
- In my in-between-ness, I find refuge in none living things, books, music, art or generally try to do nothing, absolutely nothing but pay attention to my breath.
- For the most crucial seasons of my life, I just do. One of your mails said something about, "Answers aren't always necessary for consistency: do the work, burn the candle, hold the dream, honour your convictions", that's what I do without dwelling too much on what the results might be.
- Ways I share myself with the world: service and writing.
- Language of service, it's always in the little things for me. Language of intimacy is also acts of service, I am held bound by the fact that people think of you and do things for you without asking cos that's what I do without expectations.