“On cathartic, descriptive mindfulness and compression or version #2 of ‘Internet compressed maximalism part 1…’”
The ultimate horizon
that just keeps reaching
further and deeper;
space, time, and motion
expanding, increasing–
near- infinity, near-eternity…
And although I do hope to keep my mind open to it,
I realize one can indeed overdo it;
“The Paradox of Choice”
as the title of Dr. Barry Schwartz’s book adroitly
phrased the over-inundation
of information explaining to us all the different ways
we can “seize the day,”
so to speak,
all the different careers we can pick, then narrow it down to a niche,
–not mere since fiction, but more specifically, “cyber punk”–
all the different places we can live:
the city, the countryside, or by the beach;
more free, recently, to choose one’s own views on love and sexuality,
practice monogamy or polyamory,
identify as “he,” “she,” “ze,” or “sie”, et cetera,
and when it’s “me-time” should I shop, watch tv, listen to music or look at paintings,
which paintings? Gaston La Touche’s or Monet’s?
The overstimulation is just too much…far too much
for the human brain
to handle! Each possibility my mind imagines and tries to fathom
is like a swarm of bursting tsunamis
of mental gravity—
–so many clashing with and crashing into each other–
inducing vertigo and panic attacks,
ennui and mental fatigue,
mashing my consciousness into quick-sand, and to a most monotonous beat,
inhibiting me, such that I just sit here at my desk,
nauseas with malaise and oblivious, until…
until I begin describing it, describing it explicitly—
–like a mix of cathartically
speaking my mind,
practicing mindfulness,
and COMPRESSING!
And like when I clean up a mess,
it truly does reduce
my stress!