I found a photograph on Instagram of a survivor in Ukraine. It inspired me to paint this.
It's not there yet, but it's coming.
Reality Sucks
At my age, I have lost the capacity to worry about my life, direction, and purpose. Don't get me wrong. I'm not suicidal. I just realized that I don't have that much to give anymore. Since I've passed the baton, I'm now a spectator in a never-ending race. I like this time of my life.
I did catch myself forgetting about reality the other day. I've been watching a British comedy, Twenty Twelve. It stars Hugh Bonneville. At the opening of each episode, he is riding a 20" foldable bike through London traffic. He's always on his phone, and the narrator (David Tennant) is setting the scene. When he arrives at his office building, he tucks the phone under his chin, folds the bike and walks into the building. It's just so cool.
My mistake was jumping down the rabbit hole to see how much one of those bikes might cost. The result was that I found one I could afford. The problem is I can't ride a bike. My ability to balance during the ride is questionable. To avoid being a danger to myself and others. I set aside the fantasy.
The bigger problem is that I've left cookies all over the foldable bike merchant's websites. As a result, my screen is now populated with come heather suggestions that I ignore my limitations and buy one of them, anyway. So far, so good.
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