"Usually, I struggle; but sometimes, when the Trauma has passed and the Anguish has settled for the moment, I can rest, and let my center play. These times, I reflect on the kaleidoscope that my narrow field of vision allows. I can watch the stones around me shapeshift into phallic sculptures, or the dots on the ceiling cluster into scenes for my amusement or terror. I often wonder about the value in these things: can there be value in imposed meaning? Will the artwork in the ceiling be worth less if it doesn’t exist without an audience?"
07 December 2011
Popcorn Ceilings.
An excerpt from my last essay for Creative Nonfiction:
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