While reading your idea, I reflected a little and this popped up to my head. I hope it is useful for you in any way... if anything else comes to mind, I’ll post it here. Well, here it goes (sorry for my Portuguese but this was written online):
It is also the universe of the high and low, advances and setbacks, deception and optimism side by side... resistance and persistence in a search for a better future, but above all the state of uncertainty that leads to the suspension of life. There is nothing more frustrating than to have a creative and spontaneous mind, anxious for express for itself and for the world, but is not able to communicate with the body, or the body can’t correspond to the expectations of the mind.
The lack of communication between the subject and itself, his confusion and the confusion of others that recognize that his is a solitary conflict, because it is mainly an inner conflict. A even more hard loneliness, since even the body puts itself aside from its duties.
Only the mind and its inner voice is left alone, the thought, the doubt… the fear… constant and recurrent. The questioning of a new reality (and of the reality itself… the feeling that soon it will awake from everything and return to the safe and normal reality that it was known before – because everything that passed is so sudden, absurd, incomprehensible to be really true, no?), that puts at stake the Time which passed by and that will still come. An recurrent exhaustion of all this hanged situation and the feeling of impotency that questions the personal values and capacities. The torment of not being able of escaping from a prison so soon as desired, as someone underwater who tries to swim to the surface to freely breathe, but always finds seaweeds that get stuck to the feet, delaying the reach for the surface. A claustrophobic suspension of the mind, of the inner voice that is anxious to materialize with its reality as well as with the others.
Drawing made by Gustavo Santos
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