It’s weird coming back, back to the same place but now with a different lens of mind. Old rows of houses appear as new developments , the sky breathes in unfamiliar rhythms, the place I had come to know as my home feels different, because I am different. I feel the segments of my mind are pieced together like fragments of a collage. With each segment giving rise to a separate mish-mashed location. Footscray, Barcelona, my childhood, my adolescence, all coordinates for where neural pathways were established within me. Some paths have been extended while others have been circumnavigated.
This is the beauty and trauma of life and of our minds, we find thoughts and places not perceived through linear narrative but cobbled together like loose pages that fall to the floor. Within each of us is more than one combination of being for we are crafted of experiences of more than one origin.
Many psyches - Many origins- Many lives left to live.
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