legacies of lightness are sometimes left by people with the heaviest hearts
Like it takes forever to get anywhere and then it’s like playing a game a child has invented: lovely, but frustratingly difficult to follow. Enjoyable while you’re in it, but then all of a sudden halted because the rules are apparently different than you had thought. But the whole time you’re trying desperately to understand and the child is trying desperately to explain.
Now and then, bits will be clear and definitive and you’ll make progress for a little while, maybe even make a few goals. But then comes a distraction or a trip-up and you’ve got to take yourself out of it again. Sometimes you’re playing along with only a vague idea of what the meaning is and just trying to capture and contribute what you can.
And you know it’s been imagined better than what you’re doing with it, but it seems always so difficult to translate the idea into fruition.