Which is more real: the voice that I have when I am able to craft each sentence to be exactly what I would like, or the one that I write in at the end of the day, when I’m dead tired? I am embarrassed enough by my writing here that I haven’t announced this blog to nearly anyone; two people know about it. It is only self-reflection, bordering on the narcissistic.
The writing that I do when I am this tired feels like the equivalent of moving down a steep hill; steep enough that I do not quite control my legs, so I am somewhere between running and walking. I remember how often, when my family went hiking, my father would advise me to not allow my legs to be uncontrolled: it is better exercise to force yourself to descend one measured step at a time.
But as I type this, I think of applying that directive to my writing, and my goal of relaxing, loosening up. How loose is too loose?
Lately, or for the last few months, I’ve often been out in the middle of running errands, and moving through a crowd of people, and have thought it rather a pity that it is culturally inappropriate to lie down in public spaces. In parks, of course, it is acceptable; more so on a blanket than on the ground. and there are practical reasons involving space that make it unacceptable to lie down on a sidewalk. Especially now, someone lying down in public is assumed to be ill, or vagrant, or both. I think that lying down suggests a sort of intimacy that causes discomfort: it is difficult to judge. More difficult than sitting or standing, that is. In both of these, it is easy to feel superior; both have standards: no slouching; legs together.
Even though there are more compact and more sprawling positions for lying down, the societal standards are not in place to the same degree. Perhaps this is because to lie down is to take such a submissive posture that it does not even seem worthwhile to establish meanings for different postures.
But I am overanalyzing this.
It is not acceptable for me to stop, mid-day and lie down. I wish it were. I do not know how our world would change if it suddenly became acceptable for people to lie down, almost anywhere. But I would like to find out.
The obvious thing to do would be to write a story about it. But there is no time for that.