maybe when things change

by uzwi

Feel increasingly odd. But not quite sufficiently odd to start off in a new direction. English ghost stories & religio-mystical paintings from the 30s & 40s have begun to interest me over the last few years. I don’t know why. It’s not the obvious top layer, or anything they thought they were doing. My head is trying to make patterns with this stuff & how we are now (how we feel we have to be). It’s trying to draw conclusions but they aren’t logical; they aren’t even visible, really. It’s looking for something to braid with & it has, as ever, its own motives. So far I’ve only seen the edge of that. (But maybe this is a canard, a way of distracting my attention. Maybe when things change, it won’t be in these directions at all.)