“Hypothetically speaking….” I asked nervously as a line was already forming behind me. Fearing I’d inconvenient other people with more legitimate and immediate questions, I quickly blurted “how much does it cost to take a train to Aberystwyth? And I’m sorry, I’ll step aside if this is a stupid question.” “Don’t worry about them, just wait, and I’ll tell you!” I opted to step away anyway. No need to make an angry mob out of these, clearly frustrated and lost, travelers. “I’ll be back in a half an hour!!!” I told him. “Make sure you do!” He responded right back.
So I did get back to him about a half hour. The gentle informational man had for me a plan hand written rate comparisons on a piece of paper. He further explained how booking months in advance would get me anywhere in Wales from Peddington Station, central London, at roughly just about 15 pounds as opposed to buying a ticket the same day, which would cost nearly 10 times more.
I was super impressed and thankful, so I asked to snap a picture of him. Bad of me that I forgot his name.
Surprised, angry, lost, sudden, reasons, questions, emptiness, values, priorities, meanings, direction, etc. etc. Words stream through to fill in the fluctuating feelings. Acceptance of the circumstances is a no brainer, but to fully believe that you are can be tricky, difficultly tricky.
October this year, I became a part of the statistic in this current economic freak out. As much as I understand why, in all levels of the structures, it still startled me a bit. I couldn’t help counting it as lucky, I have to. For nothing else is to not punish myself further in the inside while taking hits after hits from the outside. I need to look at the overall meaning of what this point could mean for my overall life, of how crucial my next action will define me.
For weeks after weeks, things continue to crumble and deteriorate around me. The hard time is chipping away any senses of foundations. I find myself noticing a lot of paused time. So I decide to explore the bitter ingredients that are stewing up this large dish of uncertainty. I move now at a different pace, a lot of it on foot, walking, looking, taking in the world that was always there but wasn’t getting noticed.
So I look forward, backward, now, and all around, to see if I can portray this sentiment into photographs. This is the first series of my interpretation. In the meanwhile, I’ll continue to watch, receive, and learn.