Whose life do you want anyway?
Change is an interruption | The Muse Letter No. 188
Change is an interruption. I sit in front of a laptop, a fuzzy screen video in front of me. We’re approximately 4 hours apart from each other by bus but the internet seems to sweat every kilometre of it. I’m in Oaxaca, Mexico for an artist residency, to learn how to weave, to centre myself before my book comes out, a moment of stillness.
Part of the residency is a weekly mentoring session.
“If you knew what the change looked like, if you could plan it, it would be something else, it would be predictable. Change is inherently not predictable”, my mentor says. His image blurry. His message clear.
Yesterday I deleted 765 Instagram posts.
It had been coming for a while, the knowledge that I am, I inhale slowly: