This week I’ve been considering chaos. It’s everywhere: mentally (some nights I have to really shut down the hard drive of my mind, just to shut off the thoughts that run wild), physically (hello 5pm motorway commute) and… well, anywhere else you might like to think of. I keep scribing ideas to an app on my iPod, ideas for short stories and snippets of fiction that are too random to belong with any of my other fiction.
So far I’m yet to gather up the brainpower to actually weave my fiction, but that’s okay. When I do, you will know.
This brings me to a quote by M. C. Escher, and I think it’s one of the ones that is on its way to embedded in my brain, locked in the special quotes drawer I have. In my mind, that is, I do not actually have a drawer reserved for quotes in my desk. (Although….)
I like to think Escher knew a thing or two about chaos:
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.