Sanity Redefined

Was that a knock?

Visitors are not expected under the circumstances. Security guards would not let them in. The cops posted outside would have them thrown in quarantine anyway.

Dreams dare not enter my rituals of waking and sleeping hours. The lines get blurred. There is no certainty about the future. I woke up in the middle of the night, and tried sketching. Will a circle or rectangle look the same, or would have acquired different names and structures? 

The sky looks the same from my window. But are we going to call it blue, or divide it into different shades – infested, clear and cloudy?

My two year old has just started taking his first steps. How will he respond to green grass under his feet, or the sky above his head? What will he think about the beaches and sea?

A memory enters silently from the backyard – boats, sand, sea and an eatery serving exclusive local cuisine. I decide to bury it. Nobody will recognise this strange creature. 

An idea stops me. I can label it ‘vision of the insane’ or something like this and sell it online. That is the only place to be.

First Line Friday: April 24th, 2020