i realised it's funny how a new blog title happens every now and then as i march through The Phases. so why not a record?
drop bounce drop bounce drop scatter settle string.
this was the very first one, last summer. i recollect something about lots of unstable thoughts running askew, each challenging to be tamed. so enter bouncing beads. in a particular age as a child i was rewarded with a pack of colourful glass beads everytime i did something good, worthy of deserving them. before converting them into trinklets that would make me pretty, i'd love to open the the pack just a little and let all the beads stream out. i remember it being beautiful.
they'd drop bounce drop bounce drop bounce, scatter and then finally settle. then the tiny version of me would spend hours sincerely retriving each of them from their rolled away to destinations and string them into happy jingle jangles!
TRAPPED IN TRANSLATION
this very recent one comes as an outcome of still not being able to tame all those running askew unstable thoughts!
of translating them into assuring written somethings...