sneering

manifesto

LET IT BE

sense and sensitivity

Today, while I was scrubbing my bathtub with some chemical detergent, leftover of somebody who gravitated around this house in the past, I was thinking about my ex (yes, it was the bathtub, not the toilet, really) and how he would be silently disappointed about seeing me holding a non-biodegradable plastic bottle in my hand of non-organic and non-plant-compatible detergent. He would probably imperceptibly toss his head thinking of how little sustaibable, how damaging, how future-erasing it was. All in my hand. So I drawned into the recollection of how totally in love with this planet, he was. And how so very incapable of being in love with its inhabitants.

Between a scrub and another, I asked myself if one can be sensitive and selfish at the same time. Because it seems like a paradox to me, and yet, the more I think about it, the more I can spot quite a few "SSs" that I know: the Selective Sensitives. Open, attentive and nurturing at the ringing of their own chosen bells. Deaf, blind, motionless otherwise. 

 

these days

rough, rough, rough time.
and tons of headaches.