I found this floating around my unpublished entries from June, 2016.
In so many ways, everything we do is about us. Despite compassionate motivations and community ideals, the world is always processed through our eyes, through our brain, through our heart. And so the data is interpreted, filtered, filed in ways that make sense to us.
I’m not sure the vein of thinking that took me there, but I think I was looking at the concepts of ‘perspective’ and ‘story’; we can only ever tell our story.
And even in telling the story of others, we tell it through our words.
Or colours, shapes, patterns.