The unidentifiable beauty in being restless.
Months go by without a real moment of rest. Yes, the body recuperates by being fed, having reasonable good nights of sleep, a few kinds of energy building products and painkilling pills. Somehow the mind doesn’t seem to be influenced by the maintenance of the body. The search for some breaking fluid to slow down these restless thoughts isn’t very successful, being busy seems to give some relief, but at the same time seems to feed the seeds of incoherently growing mental ivy. It’s the mind that blocks the body, the ongoing thoughts of not knowing are paralyzing the fingertips. It’s some kind of mindfulness that overrules the attempts to seek for mindlessness. I see others seeking for a cure, some drowning these thoughts by flooding them with alcohol, some trying to dry them out with unreliable smoke. Temporarily solutions with horrendous anti-social side effects and regrettable outcomes that appear when the elusive dreams are over. Silence could be an option if it wasn’t for the i...