DOMINO EFFECT WITHIN THE EQUIVOCAL TUNNEL OF AVOIDANCE

 


I awakened from a complex dream in which I was simultaneously journeying through a dangerously unstable Opal Mine...distracted by the beautiful glimmering of my favorite gemstones, separated by falling walls of soft mineral rubble.....and stumbled down the stairs, piled with hundreds...perhaps thousands....of scattered jewelry, shoes, piles of clothing/costumes, abandoned paperwork, notepads of scribbled reminders of my many Projects, writings, drawings, carved wax models for rings that were designed to be set with the precious stone.....arriving, eventually.....into my kitchen, where I knocked over a pressure cooker, set atop an old bundt cake pan, that fell to the floor, knocking over a steel mixing bowl full of uncracked nuts, chocolate chips, dried fruit and sunflower seeds, which I stepped upon as I braced myself from falling by reaching out to stabilize myself by dropping my hand to an inlaid Galle' marquetry table, loaded with condiments, jellies & preserves, preserved hot peppers and precariously-stacked cans of dozens of Asian fruits....pears, cherries, pepper rings, corn niblets and a tumbler, filled with a dozen pairs of surgical sissors, a small wire whip and some blown glass drinking straws......Just moments before, the Kitchen was 'in order', if more crowded with 'stuff' than the aftermath of a Halloween Baking Show Championship........I thought:   "how much more time do I have, to live as I have...always.....in my created World of Complexity.....continuing to persevere within a Life that has followed the circuituous, labyrinthin, and unstable tunnels of oblivion with focused distractions......countless distractions.....following an ever-changing destinationless Map of cerebral negotiations, fueled by brain chemistry that is/has been vibratorially oscillating between/among countless chemical paths,  each 'calling out'....."this way"...."no, This Way"......Look!....there's a beautiful black opal, buried in the Rubble.......


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  1. vaporcloudOctober 25, 2024 at 9:00 AM

    The Polar Express just passed by, leaving me to 'figure it out....myself...as though Anyone had, ever, done this before.

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