Imperfection. I wonder why it makes us uncomfortable? It is still a kind of holding.
So OK. A little bit in between. We will get through the eye drops from hell and a little longer recovery because of the history of the eye. Coming through a chaotic week with a sense of order, built from what we have to work with. Thinking how it is all chaos and this sense of order we strive to hold is truly personal isn't it? A kind of building. This small composition, a reminder.