Hiding places
Posted: July 31st, 2010 | Author: Katey | Filed under: depression, katey, photography, thoughts | 1 Comment »I feel a bit weird having the most recent post here still being me ranting on endlessly about depression, so let’s move it down a bit and replace it with a photo I took at Westonbirt a few weeks ago.
It makes me think of hiding places, the little pockets inside of us where we store the bubbles of memory and emotion that really matter. Sometimes they’re good things and sometimes they’re not, but they all go somewhere.
Can you ever really find a new hiding place when an old one gets found? I’m not so sure. But sometimes just hiding things isn’t enough. Sometimes you just want it to fuck off.
This makes no sense to anyone but me.
It might not make complete sense, but it sounds rather beautiful.
I had a physical hiding place at college. Back when I first started, I ran away at lunchtimes instead of getting to know people. There was a beautiful piece of open ground with trees and a small river near the college and I would go there to sit under a tree. Always makes me calm when I think about it.