Metacognitive Metaphor
I haven’t been in the best frame of mind lately, as anyone who’s spent any time at all with me or talking to me (or even kinda looking funny at me) this week probably knows. I don’t know why. I don’t have any excuses for biting someone’s head off, getting the sulks or continually whining. So let’s make this photo a metaphor for what the inside of my head feels like at the moment, shall we?
There’s the pure black water, probably freezing cold and definitely crystal-clear – only, you know, black. Full of the realisations that on any normal, sunny day wouldn’t even enter your consciousness. There’s the tiny bright yellow leaves– much too saturated to represent anything like sanity or sensibility, more like the startling moment of clarity when you realise those footsteps following you are a clown – and what’s more, he’s wearing someone else’s face and carrying quite a large knife. The water swirls around, a few of these terrifyingly unrealistic moments fly into your face and you blindly swat them away, turning away from anything remotely resembling light, just trying to find a cool, clean patch of this rippling, undulating water. Somewhere quiet, somewhere without jarring harmonics or resonating chords. Somewhere where there’s only me, and no one else to disturb with my presence. I apologise now to anyone who’s crossed my path while I’m in this crazy mindset. I promise I’ll be back to myself soon.
April 27th, 2010 at 3:39 pm
judging by recent blog entries, you are back …well maybe on a less saturated path. Wow, that was really prose heavy, I think I get why people say mine can be hard to read at times. By the way, that is a really really good picture, a circular motion in the water that’s dark but putrid wet yellow leaves. It’s cool!
April 27th, 2010 at 8:49 pm
Yeah, I think writing this made me realise exactly how desperate things were getting, and I turned it around within a few hours. Now I’m basking in the clear, sparkling water laced with wintery sunshine! hehe.
Hmm, maybe making you realise the difficulty of reading thick prose is a positive!
April 27th, 2010 at 9:32 pm
Bit of both? Thick prose can work, it just has to be engaging I guess. lol. Hmm, I think what I’m glad most about year 12 writing was that Sharon would always pull me up when I got too off track in a piece, or it wasn’t entirely needed.