Sunday 25 September 2011

PERSONAL CARGO


Upon our heads are the invisible bowls, boxes, buckets. Kept hidden, unseen, the veil continually changing in colour. The burden, or the challenge, to always stand upright. The battle, or the abandonment, to perpetually appeal to somebody's eyes. To withhold the unnecessary, the relay the absolute truth.

To suppress the selfish compulsion, to learn to be content.