process book 2

Grief
It’s in your stomach and in your throat.
Tension
I’m antsy, scatter brained, and sweaty.
The numbness that’s linked to tragedy, it’s all internal.
I associate it with the death of relative but that’s too
easy, grief is more complex than that.
It’s about losing a part of yourself.
It’s buried in my chest and a knot in my throat. My
hands are shaky, my face gets hot.
There’s a battle to stop being tense and relax and not
let the pressure control your mind
That tension can pull you apart.
Ecstasy
It’s like being on another planet,
It just feels crazy fucking good.
You can feel the energy through and around your body,
you feel the entire world all at once
in a euphoric way.
It usually only lasts for a few minutes or seconds but
that’s all you need to really feel ecstasy.
Comfort
It’s that “I’ve been through it” moment, or the “I
haven’t been through it but I care for you” moment.
Comfort is all about reciprocation,
getting that equal amount of response during a time of
confusion or sadness or anger
reminds you that you’re not alone.
Rage
That big record scratch you have during a normal day.
It’s the pinnacle of your anger when the feeling hits its
peak and you’re about to react.
It’s red, I feel fearless and reckless
I don’t care what other people view of what I’m saying
or how I’m acting. The lights are bright and my heart’s
pounding.
After generating the narratives and selecting the
phrases which I would be expressing experimentally,
I had to jump in and start creating all of the pieces.
Through the process of creating the pieces, I had to be
cognicient of how not only the final product was emulating
the emotion but also how the creation process
reflected the emotion.
That peak of anger, that’s rage.
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