Sometimes I wonder if my tendency to attach meaning to even the most ordinary things is a product of my being a reader or a writer.
Reading shows me many possibilities. Writing makes me want to seek more possibilities.
Symbolism, metaphors, analogies, lyricism…
Did I learn these from reading or writing? (I suppose the two go hand-in-hand.)
Lightning, butterflies, a speeding car, an ominous cloud…
Do I dramatise things because that’s what I’ve been shown, or because that is what I seek?
Still water, a familiar scent, refracted light, cautious footsteps…
How do I know if it is excessive? An affliction?
Nervous excitement, a poem, fallen leaves, a dream…
Of all the possibilities in the world, I’m not sure if it’s possible to really change this. I’m not sure if I would.
A waterfall, memories, a soothing melody, sunshine…
pistachio conspiracy #63 