LOST IN THOUGHTS

A relentless torrent of thoughts surges through me daily, some imbued with delight, others tinged with terror. I surrender to their ebb and flow, resisting the urge to control or suppress. Yet, involuntarily, I find myself sifting through this mental maelstrom, plucking fragments to transmute onto paper or canvas.

Ephemeral dreams from the depths of childhood intertwine with the anxieties of daily existence. Impressions and observations from a high-stakes business meeting collide with the unfiltered joy of a playground encounter. These disparate fragments coalesce into a cacophony, a chorus as overwhelming and discordant as the hum of machinery emanating from the metallurgical plant on the city's outskirts.