REBEL BATCH // OBSCURE SORROWS
Obscure Sorrows. It's a weird one for a Rebel Batch theme but one that felt strangely fitting. The past year+ has felt like a strange transition period of purgatory, stuck in the landscape of pre-pandemic and what the world will become afterwards. The before and after. The space in the middle.
We're stuck in the space in the middle. With our sorrows. Our sadness.
(If you spent the pandemic in the sunshine, relaxing and having a great time - good for you! I'm highly envious but equally, good for you).
However, this mere mortal has felt all sorts of things, such as:
adj. astonished to think back on the bizarre sequence of accidents that brought you to where you are today—as if you’d spent years bouncing down a Plinko pegboard, passing through a million harmless decision points, any one of which might’ve changed everything—which makes your long and winding path feel fated from the start, yet so unlikely as to be virtually impossible.
n. sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out, that you’ll dutifully pass on the joke of being alive without ever learning the punchline—the name of the beneficiary of all human struggle, the sum of the final payout of every investment ever made in the future—which may not suit your sense of humor anyway and will probably involve how many people it takes to change a lightbulb.
n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.
This Rebel Batch is truly inspired by a Tumblr blog called The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. It's being turned into a book - sign up for updates to that on their Tumblr.
But what has been amazing in going through these beautiful words and dyeing the yarn is beginning to see hope on the other side again. The business is still thriving (although I'm knackered but rest is coming!) and my health has improved significantly.
Do you feel any of these Obscure Sorrows? Let us know in UNDERGROUND, our online community space where we knit, crochet and make good trouble.