I’m not really sure where to begin, and I know commas aren’t strictly supposed to act as pauses, but I use them like that anyway. It feels as though as some point in the last two months I fell into a pond, and only now am I beginning to climb out because in some ways the pond was quite a comfortable place to be. In fact I probably began to climb out of the pond when I exited the bathtub last night, having sat in there for perhaps two hours.
The pain that comes with noticing the entire world”
I have thought about these lines many times over the past few days, and they have helped me explain my worries to myself and to my best friend. I also relate very much to the saving of special socks. You managed to capture that strange behavior perfectly. Thank you for taking the time out of your very hectic days to write this newsletter. I wish you some calm amongst piles of paper and thoughts and days going by.
I have a whole wardrobe of clothes that I have been saving for a 'special day' and these are perfectly everyday type clothes, yet somehow it is tough to steer away from the two sets of old clothes I rinse and repeat. Your analogy of socks is very accurate. It is the point which we pass everyday and on that point, each day, the choice we make also makes our illusion.
Loved to read this, thank you for the effort you put in this. :)
Well done Ella! For me, swimming in the (actual) pond near my house might be the only way to climb out of that other (metaphorical) pond I've been stuck into.
“The piling up of tasks
The piling up of large questions
The pain that comes with noticing the entire world”
I have thought about these lines many times over the past few days, and they have helped me explain my worries to myself and to my best friend. I also relate very much to the saving of special socks. You managed to capture that strange behavior perfectly. Thank you for taking the time out of your very hectic days to write this newsletter. I wish you some calm amongst piles of paper and thoughts and days going by.
I have a whole wardrobe of clothes that I have been saving for a 'special day' and these are perfectly everyday type clothes, yet somehow it is tough to steer away from the two sets of old clothes I rinse and repeat. Your analogy of socks is very accurate. It is the point which we pass everyday and on that point, each day, the choice we make also makes our illusion.
Loved to read this, thank you for the effort you put in this. :)
Well done Ella! For me, swimming in the (actual) pond near my house might be the only way to climb out of that other (metaphorical) pond I've been stuck into.