Boundaries are the condition of existence of all organisms, entities.
They define an identity. They are essential to life, provided they are permeable, and thus allow exchanges.
Confinement is a fixed limit. For ordinary people, this is stuffy.
Only certain individuals practice it voluntarily, like hermits, artists... For the most part, the confinement imposed by the Covid 19 pandemic was an unprecedented experience ...
A discovery or discomfort, a revelation or a trauma, an unpredictable horizon or a condemnation. Despite the ultra connection to the outside world.
Resilience became a necessity.
Many ways to practice it : play, distraction, TV series, introspection, physical exercise, looking again your spouse, children, deciding a divorce, a change of profession, get back to reading,
make projects that we would have found unimaginable otherwise ...
The resilience that I explore is the dream. But a dream which is not an escape, a dream which is rather a new possibility, a credible madness, an accessible gluttony. It is the power of mind, thought, to embody worlds in another dimension.
My dreamers look inward to get out of themselves.
The protocol I set for myself is the horizon of a calm sea.
Nothing happens, yet everything happens.
