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I feel an epic headache coming on. I've tried to fight it with pills but it won't be put off. Typical. I'm also very tired. I don't really feel like writing anything here tonight, but I've been trying to keep up with this in a regular, daily way to see if it helps free me up somehow. I think it might be helping a little with the...lockdown.
Wasn't life so much simpler when we were all pulling little, red wagons? What's lost between then and now? Confidence? The belief that life is simple? The belief that life is vast and full of possibilities? I need to get back on the wagon. Or I need to get back to pulling the wagon.
Festivals bring forth in my mind images of red lanterns, twinkle lights at night, foreign places I've never been, the sound of laughter and talking and children screaming as they run too fast around old couples holding hands. Images of impressive fair rides, lighting up the night sky, taking us up in the air to feel the night breeze above the crowd, to get a little closer to heaven.
Does form follow function? Or does function follow form? What is my function? Why does it sometimes seem that my form and my function are at odds?