It feels like one of those dreams. Where some bad guy is chasing you, and you need to run. Your brain tells your feet to move.
But there’s a disconnect somewhere between your brain and your feet. And your feet, your feet can hardly move.
Maybe you need to get somewhere. To work, to an appointment, something important. And you keep walking, deliberately. But you can’t make it. You just can’t make it to where it is you have to be. The more you focus, intently, on getting where you need to be, the more you feel lost. And there, there in the middle of your dream, you feel the desperation, or is it disappointment, or a concession to the disappointment, no, not disappointment, it’s the disturbing reality / surreality that you’ll never, you’ll never make it to where it is you need to be.
photograph from march 2019