An edict of patronage, the vulgarity of living, pushes away the obvious pains, to delay the aftereffects for another say. Survival, you can say.
But through it all, there is an attitude of circumstances – silverlined and mystifying – which we toe the line of happiness and wonder.
Said Edith: “It is about that existential standstill when you become numb from life for so long that you get caught between wondering if this is just what life is for you now, or whether there is still vibrancy and beauty and something to believe in, like you remember there being before. I think it is a particularly relatable feeling given the times we are living in right now.”
It’s beauty, speckled in the personal. It’s the darkness, most revealing.
Confession is the true first step. Life must go on. How will it be done? Up to you.