Shrews.
Tamara Caridad Mesa González 14 noviembre, 2018
I dream awake, I do not feel sorry to say it. It is something that simply happens and one learns to accept it in the end. With time you get the trick and you can escape for a while every day, even without moving around.
It’s not about staying blank while someone tells you something important and spilling coffee on freshly laundered clothes, or drooling with your eyes fixed on an angel in transit. No, mine is something else.
Anything can start the process, from a scent to a phrase.
My daydreams save me from losing my mind in useless meetings and unfair “tails”, they impose distance on annoying people, especially the vampires of time, those who try to steal me the minutes to feed, dispose of my life for their benefit.
I write, I make accounts, I unlock memories, I invent stories, I plan the agenda and I look for myself in each trance, a way to daydream and make better use of time, for example, while I travel in a bus where they fit 25 and we go 50.
Daydreaming is a solitary pastime: in some way to open that door it is necessary that another closes leaving any companion outside and with the uncomfortable impression of being over.
For me it works more like something too intimate because you can think of the most private things surrounded by people. Is not the brain something wonderful?
There is something very strange and very tasty to travel from time to time other paths of the mind, the less traveled, and pause the reality that overwhelms, that overwhelms.
In that almost graceful state, everything flows slowly from and towards oneself, because meditation does not rhyme with the haste, wherever they come from.
Daydreaming can choose the thread of the plot and follow it to the end or even be interrupted, yes, because every day the urgencies leave less time for each person to practice that of connecting with himself before doing it with others.
Like books and coffee, like movies and television series, thinking about shrews has become one of my “healthy” vices.
