Lately, I've found myself taking photographs of a lot of doors. I don't know why. Well- actually, I have a theory, but it's kind of wanky and has to do with being a bit unsure about what exactly my life might look like come next month because all I have is a one-way ticket to England, a bit of hope, and many a prayer.
FREAKING OUT? ME? NOOOOOO! NOT AT ALL! I'M FINE.
I think the door obsession might indicate a subconscious decision- one I am yet to really acknowledge to myself- to open the next porthole the world has planned for me. Excitement about not knowing what might be behind it. Doors are questions. You have to deliberately push forward to discover the answer.
Then I accidentally found Abriendo Puertas- opening doors- a blog with photograph after photograph of doors. And the premise of the site is outlined via a quotation from William Blake: In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
And in between there are doors.
I read that line and had to write it out longhand so that I could really feel it. It spoke to me, I guess, and days later I still repeat it to myself when those brain hamsters ferret away in my imagination, making me worry about things I can't control. Things like the future.
Known. Unknown. Doors.
Are you listening, never-ending brain worries of doom? ARE YOU?
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