Day 114

Confession: Tarkovsky once said “When a tree grows, it is soft and pliable.
But when it’s dry and hard, it dies.
Hardness and strength are death’s companions.
Flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life.
That which has become hard shall not triumph.”
— Stalker (1979)

This project has been grim and lost from the beginning, but I follow its forceful nature down paths I’ve never taken. I can’t change if I don’t walk them.  I’m scared though—I’ve faced journeys that robbed me of my softness, so I clutch the last of it close, watchful of those lurking in the verge.

But I don’t need to be like this anymore.  I know I can be gentle and throw a right hook in the same quest. 

Sound of the day: Broken Social Scene – Hug of Thunder https://youtu.be/n9ujF9s48Z8?si=g85f8pVrm-FseK18