one Monday afternoon in the height of the summer holidays. The bag search on entering. The maze of people in fluctuations, free flowing and busy. The hub bub of every country, a selection of the world mingling within a world of changing times. We went right up into the rafters of time and space.
The spectrum of science in everyday life. The clutter indoors of outside in. It was rather a large scale reminder of things lurking in the home, and the research previously in donating specific items that is not history yet being consigned to the dark of the landfill route.
How a pair of of dice made an exhibit in this building ... albeit from the 1900s ... the science in the game of chance ...
We have found many games in the extremities of our home. The articles related in 'Would you live like this?' coming to light in this time in how distasteful and not empathetic entirely with such a home looking like a pigsty. A lot of hoarders are over meticulous in other areas of life, in part of the mind that obviously does not function in what is perceived normal ... I witnessed this meticulous attitude in things that didn't need attention, how dirty was clean, and clean was dirty, within this spectrum of what others deemed as hoarding, and so much more. It has been interesting in how a lot of people came, went and commented over this process in my life that came by in this segment on how some can't live in the right manner ...
The thoughts recent of how wasted that kind of such intellectual capacity. The diverse times in sacred now. The time that should have been relishing some us time after raising the family. The stepping out yesterday in a familiar but very dark foreboding life beyond the wall. In the flip of a second my diverse emotions can be joyous one second and in despair the next ...
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