I am that one white daffodil.
Perfectly different, uniquely
Free from the yellowness
Of life's normality.
It's happened. I've moved. Not on, but moved. In a range of directions. My thoughts are now in other places than the immediacy of the text of All Moments and for this 'interesting' date 05052020 I decided to 'curate' 5 petals of a WHITE DAFFODIL. White Daffodil is now the working title of the thought project I'm embarking on, a selves/identity curation project. So, here are five linked pieces over time and space...
White Daffodil is 'named' 1997 ( a couple of poems from when I indulged)
Mind Dancing like it's 1997 (I'd forgotten how long ago I coined this phase)
Flash Fiction 1997 (or bits still waiting to find a home)
1999 Nothing Special (yes, foreshadows of Brand Loyalty)
2000 Rules for the 21st Century. The more things change, the more they stay the same!
Right now there's no explanations beyond the texts of these pieces, leaving the reader free to curate their own meaning. However, there are many explanations to be given. Happy to engage in comments/feedback.
Find out more about the theory, process and meanings - an exercise in creating a brain in a virtual vat.