What narrative do we tell ourselves as we live the story of our life?
I think of opposites and I think of possibilities probabilities, and the unknowns. The puzzle of life is manipulated in my head and I suddenly see different realities, each alternative competing for attention. How can I dictate terms and circumstances to bend to my will? How can I blend in to what’s not movable or changeable? It’s as if when I talk to someone or see something, I see them or it in all of its stages and phases – where it is, where it’s been, where it could be.