Diazepam state of mind
Word sketches from my notebook. 2nd June, 1998
When I was younger, I imagined the inside of my head as a dusty old storeroom full of different-sized boxes.
The gloomy light shed enough brightness to make out the messy shelves that flanked the inside of my skull. Here, I’d file away memories in heavy boxes at the very top of the shelf, lock it and then swallow the key with a huge gulp.
Self portrait.
I can still see that same room etched on the inside of my skull all these years later. And there are memories in there that I deemed special enough to swallow keys for, and still, I remember them.
A moment to appreciate chaos
Does anyone else feel like the world is vying for their attention? How do we make more time in our days to appreciate all the books we have piled high, the ‘stuff’ we have bookmarked to read, the downloaded podcasts that are gathering virtual dust, the untaken photos, the life admin that is sitting in our emails/notes/diaries/WhatsApp conversations, Messenger?
Do I continue? I miss the 90s — simpler times, just a pager and a packet of Embassy Number One in my Puma bumbag. God, those were the days, my friend …
life is simple, we as humans are making it complicated. i also miss the '90's but there's a big difference: at the time i had less worries or less responsibilities if you like. but in today's world i learned to strip-off all the unnecessary noise and stress and concentrate on what's important. i can live very well without listening to all podcasts out there.
I can totally relate, the list keeps growing on the to do, to read, to explore and to contact folders. Life was simple in the 90s, a little black book of contacts, a magazine here and there, that was it!