What Comes Richly Due After a Self-Searching While

I guess everybody has to confront one's demons one day or another. It's another matter altogether when the demonic content swells in a dream, like an old wound hurting with the pain thought to be confined to days long gone by. Whether we learn anything from our experience or not, there seems to be a coming to terms stage at which we question our identity, our image and our future. It all hangs somehow together in the space where we search for ourselves and others. Not sure if a present moment can be congealed into an amber-piece-like time-capsule, I make circles around what this very moment means to me when put into a string of sentences about myself and people I encounter. Chance encounters, strangers' joys and sorrows, afterthoughts overly long in coming add up to a post-reflective consciousness of what does it mean to deal with change on the scale of everyday life. Things coming and things going build probably ephemeral museums of remembrance in our and other people's minds that like surreal castles hovering in the air of avant-garde paintings become, depending on circumstances, either individual or collective legacies.