this is about space. it took awhile to understand that space means more than stars and planets, now the var ious ways to inter pret it consume me. itâ€™s a fixation intensified dur ing a time when making space is necessar y for our sur vival. confined to inter iors, in an effor t to create space, we long for it. you could call this coping, something to pass the extra time we have nowâ€”or an escape, because we could use one. whatever it is, we out here and i hope you find the space you need. â€“ ang, march 2020
I’VE NEVER BE AND I PROBABL GO. I WANT TO IT FEELS LIKE. I’VE COME H TRAVELING WE TIME I STEPPE RIM OF A CANYO HELP BUT CRY ASTRONAUTS F WAY LOOKING FROM THE MOO
EEN TO SPACE LY WILL NEVER O KNOW WHAT THE CLOSEST HAS BEEN BY EST. THE FIRST ED OUT TO THE ON, I COULDNâ€™ T Y. I WONDER IF FEEL THE SAME AT THE EARTH ON.
rac ticing ndar
does it over whelm you?
does it scare you?
does it calm you?
does it heal you?
i remember when being alone made me nauseous. over time, i’ve lear ned to be comfor table with space. i even find it indulgent now—a good kind of selfishness. to get to a point where i could be comfor table with space, i first had to be comfor table with myself. the most difficult relationship to maintain is the one with yourself. self-acceptance is hard, selfconfidence even harder. i’ve worked a lot on the former and i’ll keep you posted on the latter. it takes time. occasionally the knots in my stomach retur n, though less frequent now. my thoughts aren’t as loud, and i enjoy the pockets of silence. i’m grateful for my space. now, to protect it.
thoughts on space.