Winter flowers, Nelson, June 2018, canon, ©Sylvie GBefore the event. Arriving nervously, looking for one’s place, a place. Watching nervously all around in case anyone you know has arrived. If there is someone you know someone you want to be seen with. If it is better to be seen with this one or that one rather than being seen with no one. Is speaking with this person better than suffering the indignity of being alone. Then you see someone with whom it is better to be seen with and engage . Hang on, get closer. The eternal masquerade preceding an event. Whenever I go to an event on my own (this time a poetry event with Rikthemost, a young “word artist” from Great-Britain), I see around me the social suffering being alone causes. It seems to be one of the most insupportable apprehensions of social life forcing otherwise reasonably intelligent people into the entrenchments of anxiety that evolution over millennia seems to have been unable to tame.
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Thank you 😊
Such an insightful description of what many of us can identify with
Those little flowers are lovely. And that description of the distress–pretty human, eh?
I like that in NZ there are flowers even in the middle of winter. Yes, very human, still distressing, the smallest things seem to be the most difficult to conquer.