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needle in a haystack

When the public devour the everyone’s nothingness: the breakfast plate, the pout, the meaningless opinion, the mundane day-to-day that announces itself upon their screens in milliseconds all day, every day, then the real beauty, the grand achievement, the real historic, becomes a needle in a haystack that no one (ever/even) looks for.


all i want for christmas

various locations, UK, 2000 - 

Some human behaviours equally fascinate and horrify me. In many parts of the world, the i/we/it seems to be continuously nurtured with the message of 'not good enough' - the i - the we - the it - the all.

Through a constant bombardment of the idea of lack (and in some cases the creation of actual 'lack'), cravings of survival are created; we are led to consume more, discard more, think less, relate less, disassociate and compete more, to the i/we/it/all. 

To participate in this 'survival,' we may become detached from our/it/all true nature and end up far removed from the truth of reality, natural beauty and bountifulness. In doing so, we un-realise our/its wondrous capabilities, the fact that everything is already good enough, can thrive. 


The way some of us treat christmas trees reflects all this perfectly for me:  we take something from nature (or force farm it for our insatiable consumption) to fit an illusion; an idea that has been created with a set of 'rules' to adhere to of what christmas is, something already perfect, cut it down, change the way it looks by adorning it (do we deem it already not good or beautiful enough?) with ornaments (in some cases, almost to the point where the tree is nothing more than a shape to hang things on), show it off for a few weeks and then discard it.

Literally throw it away (and whilst it is still in its glory), without a second thought. Seemingly without giving respectful and grateful consideration towards the tree itself nor of how we go about to be rid of it. The minute we have had our fix, out it goes, on we move, it served its purpose, right? 

Each year my heart sheds tears whenever I come across a 'used' christmas tree. Not just for the tree, but also for what it represents and says about us.

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