A week after keeping myself under isolation, I decided to join the majority and their ritual for Christmas, not because I was out for shopping specifically, it was more about getting the atmosphere, even though I am not crazy about it. I found myself in town at Selfridges. Suddenly I realized how easily we forget about things. it is because I felt as if I haven’t been to town for years, and the crowd, the scary crowd, made me feel distance from usuals. and also gave a different perspective. Like that of a prisoner after being discharged from the cells, and how hard the life outside is to face after so many days or who knows maybe years. The illusion of the reality; colours fade so quickly into something shinier on the surface.
I thought about the film called “Shawshank Redemption” and the character played by Morgan Freeman. Even though he managed to get a job, and at least had a chance to sort his life out, there are some many people out there without any options, and they would have to get used to these shiny colours, or be part of them, or dress in them when they are 4 sizes too big or small for them.
I do not know how I got to this point, but all I wanted to say is that the things we feel so familiar with or we feel part of, actually are not that close to us, and it is so easy to get lost in them when you have been part of them all along.