65/100 - Our flame
My idea of a good sanctuary keeps on getting redefined, I don't even know if there is a conclusive answer. Is sanctuary a place, a state of mind, an activity?
Sometimes the messy desk with the cutting mat, assortment of pens, inks and rulers from where I'm writing this is a sanctuary. Sometimes it gets smaller and it is that single sketchbook page or piece of wood. Or is it running around the park, or placing my ear on a purring cat. And if I'm being honest, the cell phone screen and noise-cancelling headphones are important places too.
For me it's more often a place or a time to be alone, but I'll accept it despite being a hardcore introvert, people are sanctuaries too. I didn't think there would be a situation to make me so ambivalent as this pandemic, but I miss people and I miss being alone at the same time. It's a strange feeling, a bit like wanting to touch the materiality of a flame that can also burn your hand, makes me wish I could find sanctuary in contradiction.
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