Work.

It feels like a fractured landscape, a world that struggles to keep its morphic field intact: doorways to other places and other lives keep opening and closing beckoning and demanding; I try to hold it to some consistency, focus this place into a coherent whole that can contain my attention till I choose to step out – which I can do for a short time – but inevitably it crumbles again when the slightest bit of attention wanders or the will wavers.

I must ask myself: is this the place for me? Or should I Alice in Wonderland like follow the rabbit hole and see where it leads, and how much how deeply do I need to trust and let go?