Good Grief 58

Douglas Dunn is coming to mind, 'look to the living, love them, and hang on'. I've always struggled with this, especially as they keep bloody dying. The next few days are not so much about what is happening but what I hang on to. I feel bad about that, mainly because it feels as though there is so little to hang on to and I am already feeling years of exhaustion. Dissociation has its uses and I have some imagery in mind. Just need to manage the pounding head, aching limbs and profound tiredness.

When I saw this image, I noticed the friends having a tentative chat about it with one another. The one who lives in the bell jar, wasn't venturing far from her safe vacuum but ventured to say, 'it's all bloody hopeless, the writing is on the wall here, there is nothing and no-one, we are alone'. The other talked about how it was a metaphor for searching out what sustains us. They both saw the others point of view and thought about lighting a nice fire as the day was fading into a rather dismal drizzly twilight (nb: they decided against a fire of tree roots ...).