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Today I took a sledgehammer to an old PC monitor in an empty parking lot illuminated only by the car headlights and the laughter of boys.
It was childish and juvenile.
So, it was also exhilaratingly therapeutic.
(of course.)
It made me wonder for awhile whether all things therapeutic involve so much Returning to the bright colours and basic behaviours you’ve been trying to grow up and away from. Did Release involve Returning involve Rebellion? Would all forms of it simultaneously gives time & maturity a good spin? Like sledgehammering through technology, or having a pillow fight.
(At this point, someone politely declined my theory, saying hmm, swimming naked would be an example to the contrary. Then both my feet are back on the ground, and the only thing left of my flyaway monologue is the tingle on my fingers from the surprising impact of shattering the screen).
October 20th, 2006 |
there might be heavy traffic. haha
October 18th, 2006 |
I’ll send you messages from my head
October 17th, 2006 |
I completely get what you said about the maturity and cages. And you can’t get out of a cage without being in one first. That does take awhile. I thought about it this afternoon, over how we could segment our personal timelines into the parts where we cage ourselves, realise we’re in one and try to escape.
Oooh. I never knew I had an anonymous commenter! Or a commenter. How will I be able to tell you apart from the sea of others? Ehe.
October 16th, 2006 |
Sorry to blow some air back into that bubble, but I say Maturity is about putting yourself in cages and maturity is about getting yourself out of them — before tis too late. I guess you have to go through the first to get to the second.