This morning I received a random image of a hand rapidly sorting dresses on a rack. I watched for a nanosec before understanding it to be my hand, that I was pushing through (choosing) who I want to be this day. Of course, all the old habits flow past, the current present… Which is next? Grab one going by or stick with the one hanging on the back of the door?

“Out there” seems to recognize me as this I already no longer am that by simple virtue of thinking I am different. On somewhat of a different scale, this is comparable to a personal BigBangEvent. I am separating from the me I am/was a short time ago into a different (but perhaps not newer) one. I think I am circling around that which draws me in just by knowing there is a moving fractal out there in my trajectory.

The hangers & their contents flash by, tossed to the right with force. No wonder it all looks so familiar close-up. It’s recognizable. I have happened before & am still unspooling personae like continuous paper dolls in a child’s universe. In many my edges touch archetype or avatar & all of us out there spinning that Wheel are touched, in turn.

There is more: if I zoomed on one persona, its components came forward in small circles – outfit, makeup, even shoes, with the last thought including a glance at the clock & the flick of a timer in-brain.

Just wanted to share this with you.

May Your Sunday Be Random.