Watching

Modigliani Caryatid
Originally uploaded by Adagio.

Assembling a narrative of my life, I note something of a biographical quality. In part, it is the tale of another. Expressing an objectivity available only to a watcher. A benign voyeur. Despite its fleeting nature, for that brief moment, when the face of the protagonist is separate from my own, there is reprieve. It is not an act of deliberate self-deception. More a defensive forgetting. Shade from an all-consuming sun. From the grave Freud might well be observing a valid illustration of his defence mechanisms theory.