Montage

Should I start at the middle and spiral outward? I mean I don’t know what I’m doing, just winging it. I’m going to need some colorless beads for the scarecrow eyes of raw memories. This is more a mandala thing, a montage of the still evolving. Maybe I’ll add a few straw stick figures to represent lost causes, a few spavined horses and windmills perhaps? Some snippets of old photos, fragmented keepsakes from the unkempt and fading. Some scrimshawed marks of misplaced love affairs, a few scratched runes on a wishbone. Moving outwards there are vows and betrayals, I’ll brand these onto scraps of yellow legal paper. Beyond the sadness there is joy, amity, and more love. How do you represent such things perhaps with cotton candy blobs, with invisible ink, with a rod calibrated for measuring kismet? More twists and gyrations. I should stencil in a trapdoor or two there will always be the unexpected. Now maybe surround the whole thing with autumnal leaf but I will need more straw for soft landings soon I am going to fall off the edge of this crude model of self-illustration. I don’t think I can do this, I see endings and not beginnings, maybe I’ll just keep a journal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ an edit