my mind as a soggy sponge

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I drew a series of snapshots of my (overwhelmed) mind while traveling.

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my mind as a sponge feels like having absorbed too much stimulation from the world — events, people, energy, emotions, noise — yet having no space to exhale out or digest what I absorbed. it is the feeling of total over-saturation. there is little inner space. if usually my mind is juicy, alive, and magical — like a coral reef filled with fish, or a glowing jellyfish — as a sponge washed ashore, its sole purpose is to absorb more gunk, and feel constantly soggy.

ps. one of the reasons that human design has been so radically affirming is to remind me that I have seven open centers in my chart, which is a lot of sponges.

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