There is a sense that we’ve been too lucky. Too lucky to value. We don’t know many who’ve been infected. We can have the luxury of feeling an overreaction. Even on a small island.
There are different types of writers – those who you can embrace in comfort. Take another spin around the labyrinth in company. And then there are those who want to challenge you. To really see the contrast between your own core and the world. These are the ones I love. We’re all doing a journey. But some of us are travelling, most are just lapping.
I go into these no man’s land places now. What’s the non-masculine version of this? No people’s world? I don’t know where it is. But it feels numb. Then after a period of quarantine from the world and its emotions. I awake with a new clarity. Scribbled it all down and move to the next zone. This week, I’m not there yet.
Naoisé 8th August 2020