On wavelengths not dismissed
I’ve experienced what it would be like if Herman Melville wrote The Truman Show.
I’ve felt the whiplash of an internal dialogue like stormy waves on the ocean.
And yet, it wasn’t that which catapulted me to recovery. No, in fact it revisited me.
Years later. Many years later. The same narrative. The landscape had changed
and I was older, but the practice of the art forcing itself on me was the same.
It will always be with me and I will always wonder how much value to attribute
to this infestation of clarity, this circumspect endorsement of an another way of being.
The horrifying visitation does not lead to esteemed positions in this world.
That can only be achieved with having always already having had some amount
of profit from ticket sales and leaderboard discussions on wavelengths not dismissed.