Flux



You could say this is a retrospective. A kind of looking back, because sometimes It's a lot easier to look back than look forward. You could say that. Then again you could say anything, and if you say it with enough meaning and conviction then someone, somewhere will believe you. You can fool some of the people some of the time.



We had a conversation the other day about paradise. How do you get there and what criteria are there for getting in ? What boxes have to be ticked ? What should we wear ? What's the weather like? Will we be able to eat and drink ? Will there be beer ? Will there be chocolate ? Can we read ? Can we talk ? Will there be rules and regulations ? Will we be able to walk on the grass ? Will it be summer all the time ? Indeed, will there be time ? What will we do ? Who will be in charge ? What policies and procedures must be adhered to ? Will we have to submit to an annual appraisal ? Questions, questions questions, but no answers.



I used to work with a woman, we sat across from each other, who one day over a cup of tea gave me some advice. After looking around to see if anyone was listening she said to me "Never, ever, bloody anything ever". At the time I wasn't sure what she meant so I laughed, but the best advice I ever heard was ....."never drink another man's thirst".



Images out of time, out of context. Old narratives new meanings. Looking back to look forward. How do we know where we are going if we don't know where we've been.



Every rock, every stone, every pebble, every grain of sand on the beach, everything, is on a journey. Everything is in flux.



Nothing stays the same. Nothing.