There’s a splinter in your eye and it reads, “React”
R.E.M., Harborcoat
What should fill this space of manufactured urgency? Terms of obligation or something else like how self-remorse is an addiction shaped around denial. Maybe this space deserves a kind of specific clarity of action, ownership as embodiment—as if caught stealing. Will you confess or double down and absorb risk as pleasure? Experts say it’s best practice to take an inventory of what has been dragging you down and replace those words with what makes you feel less afraid. But this only works if you capture the very smallest of details, the trigger-thin anxieties: unborn seeds, missed directions, a roundabout that has no immediate exits, the kind of momentum when the speaker is reliable. Gather up this inventory of superstitious riches. You’ll know when you can clutch a plot of pearls without escalating conflict.