i came to utah to work on some things. to work on myself, i suppose.
to grow in many directions all at once.
and as i attempt to figure things out, i can feel my mind rearranging itself. taking down all the old books and bowls and folded photos. restructuring. new shelves. different dimensions.
but this restructuring is somewhat... terrifying. i find myself dreaming of things i haven't dreamt of in years. half-nightmares. waking face first in a water-logged pillow struggling to catch my breath.
these dreams, these dreams i can deal with.
it's the slow, inching, creeping of my memory away from me that brings on terror. it's as though someone is covering over the green of the all england tennis club with a protective tarp. that slow and steady cover up--preventing the ping-pong collision of past and present.
and i am left waiting for the rain.
but the brain is pretty smart, no? and it knows when remodeling is in order.
so come on rain. the playing field is protected. and i'm ready for a little slip-and-slide.