Confinement

Stormy weather confined us to basement camp.

Thoughts and process recorded in box. Whilst useful and pinpointed, it allowed me to refine ideas. Focusing on daylight breathing space I found solitude and inspiration in  a web and moss green crumbling bricks. 

However the process went against my natural urge to be free, floating from a to b to z and back to d. Confinement is an enemy to the therapy of the mind.

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