Summer tells me that it’s the first time she ever saw me cry. 2019 has been such a mixed bag. Losing Kendo, but also having a killer ending party. Building my favourite art installations of all time, seeing people engage with them, but also not being able to complete some concepts I’ve been planning for ages — specifically, the return to print media. Building the coworking space I’ve been planning for 2 years, but having a contractor that’s had us in a limbo of back work for half a year now. Honestly, I feel somewhat bled dry.
It is what it is? Perhaps. Time is a very interesting dimension. It ends up meaning so much to us because of its impact on how we perceive the universe and existence. But I close my eyes and fly out over the earth. Over planes of existence. Over and above time herself.
From this perch, I see life and time in perspective. As a whole and not just as a line I’m forced to ride. And you know what? We’re doing ok. I’ve been in some pretty lousy places before, worse than anything 2019 could sling. I’ll probably face similar ones in the future. But I’ve also barely started. At least in the grand scheme of things. I’m patient.
So here’s me in yet another delivery bay. One of the great constants of my existence. This time, scouting potential locations for some sweet new arts projects and concepts. It never stops, even when it stops.
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