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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


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What would it look like, to stop making things seem normal?

What would it mean, what would it feel like?

Would it feel better than this or worse?

If I let go and let everything come out

If I shouted and screamed and slashed and burned?

Because normal is only plastered on top.

The rot is underneath, doing the damage.

I came around the corner driving at forty, the car was stopped blocking my path.

To my left a brick wall, to my right a ravine.

I had no choice but to let the cars crash.

 

Car Crash


That car crash happened about eight years ago. It's the idea of the choice I was faced with which is resonating now.