Seeking faith

Derangement / standing in place / closing the year

This year I finished a book, and finished a screenplay. I travelled a lot. Sometimes I was well, but quite often I was sick. Mainly I went away from myself, and then returned – a shock, like being spat back, changed, into my body.

There was the sense the whole year that the line between one state of being and another is only ever tenuous. If I felt there was steadiness, it was a lie. You can cross these lines quickly, or you can cross so slowly you barely notice until it’s too late. The world is often terrible. I understood it more clearly than before.

I’m happier now to stand in one place. Or, I’m trying to be.