Is it possible for me to worry about what’s happening? Or am I concerned with future outcomes based on current affairs?
Perspective is for the future and the past. I frame my history within the context of progression. I imagine my future with waves of doubt and winds of uncertainty.
In the middle, when I’m not thinking at all, my body softens the pull of gravity. Muscles and tendons drop their defenses. The survivalist switches from pragmatic to passive.
When I write, this sweep of attentiveness flourishes. The conveyor flattens elusive feelings, rolls them through conscious neural pathways, and deposits their refinements onto a blank page that was begging to be of use.
I compulsively share this experience like an open car door. I don’t want to be trapped in a museum. I want us to draft in the same lane, existing without consequence.
What is control but prediction? Risks are rewards and prizes are data. Anticipation, however, is boundless.
– D K T
