An idea is trapped inside my head and can't quite make it to the screen; like the things still trapped upon shelves and in cupboards that can't quite make it to the packing boxes lined up against the wall.
So I make more boxes- folding and taping and stacking- like opening up tab after tab on the screen- the perfect diversionary tactic...
A box by some definitions is a containment device- and in a similar sense my blogs are beginning to take on such a purpose... acting as boxes to contain thoughts, ideas, little pieces of 'stuff' that I cannot bring my self to throw away yet cannot remain trapped within the shelves and cupboards of my insides...
Upstairs, a pampers box has been reinvented as a container of trinkets and treasures: my 18Th birthday music box; old books of poetry and photos in black and white and slightly torn.
Scroll down, a blog contains a treaure; Greebo in black and white and slightly torn has been put away, safely wrapped for a move from our present to our memory- or for Lyra's understanding, she's packing for a holiday.
So, my boxes are currently redundant as I have no inclination to put away these things- instead childish things take over and one box becomes Ly's bed, her boat, her fort, a place for her to place Isaac and a place for her to hide... and before I chastise her for damaging one of the boxes constructed for the serious purpose of packing; I stop and think; better to be that broken, exhausted, misued yet much, much loved box than simply ...a container of things.
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