Broken Monitors

Painting and story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

There can be a time when what’s going on in the world does not match up with what is going on in your head. It is a time of broken monitors. There is a discrepancy, it is disturbing. Automatic functions get a bit haywire. Maybe sleeping, or remembering the things you have to do. Or even eating. Maybe those automatic functions though automatic were not steady and systematic. Maybe they were a bit erratic. Now they’re truly erratic. Each time one of those comes unstuck it bounces around disturbing the others until most of your basic functions start to interfere with the smoothness of your daily life.

You could call that the broken monitor. But not a monitor like a computer has. A monitor like a classroom has. The one who looks after the milk, or the books. That monitor is refusing to do it’s job. You never realized what a job it was either. Life becomes a struggle.