There is this feeling I get, hard to explain but the other morning in made me smile. It was such a familiar feeling it felt like an old friend popping by to say hello, disappearing before we had the time for a real chat. Poignant feeling. I say feeling but it actually was an image made up of only words, go with me here, the image is of my thumb and forefinger pinching together. As if I am holding onto something, a thin thread, on the other end (invisible to me) is something so big and the part I am holding onto is so very small that it feels like an orange on a tooth pick. I woke up with the feeling in the corner of my right eye. I focussed in on it; half awake half asleep and smiled. It felt good, yes disconcerting but familiar and funny, like funny money.
The harder I pinched the more ludicrous the gesture, but it was held in imbalance. Me pinching an invisible lump that could at any minute flop over but somehow I knew it would not. At that moment, the only thing that kept the perfect imbalance was my inconsequential pinch.
