Direction

Claire

Reality works two ways in my world - once in my head and the rest all around. Beyond the silent drumming of the rain tapping away against the grey Melbourne sky, the images of the granite floors at home rush into mind ; it is a young me lying on the cold hard floor listening to sounds which line any ordinary day. I travel back in time this way, my body is able to be in two places at once, and my mind - my mind is the infinite world in which two realities can meet.   

I begin to wonder much of the time where the point was when these lines began to blur. A shift in gravity and geography threw everything out of place, and soon it seems that all sense of myself got jumbled among the mix. It is difficult to see objectively without losing one's identity. 

At which point do you let your opinions take control of how you see the world? 

Taking a step back, it seems the world begins to converge when you appreciate the horizon. Smaller things recede into the back and the space in which to hold this view begins in the vast enveloping view of where you are, and where you have been. It is no longer about continuously moving forward, but stepping back, appreciating and occasionally asking for directions.