I Can't Wipe Sunrise Down My Jumper To Get Rid Of Fingerprints

I spent the summer of 2022 in a daze. The laps of cognitive understanding were due to a fall, quite a high one. The sensations of concussion came over me, I felt spooked, unable to put the simplest thoughts in order I was despondent, disconnected. As the weeks went on, I began trying to continue my photo work, producing visual recordings of surroundings in South Devon, UK. I found myself roaming in areas I hadn't been to since childhood, my brain seemed to be finding magic in the small things, I often would find myself staring at the flow of the river, small flickers of light and not consciously doing it. Speaking with a friend, I would stare through them, only losing touch for a moment. This environmental and personal wonder would slip into profound feelings of darkness and confusion, feelings were intensified by the constant beating sun and endless reports of fires, and fields turning a burnt brown. I felt a wonderous destructive weight envelop me. At times scary, I began exploring how my brain and psyche were reacting to an environment and people I knew so well. How my mind visualised and experienced life during and after a mild Traumatic Brain Injury.