everything is brilliant

I struggle to keep my mind unoccupied. That is to say, it races on like a furious and relentless hurricane, picking up and swallowing everything into itself as if it demands everything in this world and beyond to be noticed and felt, stripped and analyzed, committed to memory for later use. Occasionally, I’ll find myself tired even without physical exertion because my mind runs endlessly, even when I don’t.

Very little moves it to stop. Except the little things. Like light.

Light, the way it bends and shimmers, has this inexplicably hypnotic effect on me. It’s a recurring theme in a lot of what I create because it’s a significant driving force of how I perceive the world and its intricacies around me. It moves me to a state of present being that I can’t put into words. I get lost in the details, find myself visualizing warmth and comfort without the intrusion of what doesn’t matter—down and down the rabbit hole of glittery and fantastical daydreams. It’s one of only a handful of things that can quickly stop my mind in its frenzied movement—that elusive, mental respite that often slips away from me when I need it most.