Some days I feel like I might go crazy if I read the word evaluation again… It pops up over and over and over and over again during my course readings. Its importance is emphasised and discussed almost everywhere I turn, in almost every article I read.
Then again, it may be driving me crazy, but at least I’m getting the point. aplaceformorethoughts
All day today there has been a single word running amok in my mind. What word is that, you may ask?
Palimpsest is the answer.
I can’t tell you when last I heard this word, have no idea why it would be running around in my mind. But there it ws. All day. In all it’s glory. Finally, I looked up the definition (hell, I wasn’t even sure if it WAS a word at first!) and that definition struck me. It resounded throughout every fibre of my being. Uncontrollably. Inexplicably. There is was.
Palimpsest: something used or altered but still bearing visible traces of its earlier form.
If this defnition is taken to be true, what is not a palimpsest?
What or who cannot be defined in such a way? (As long as we ignore the whole part about scraping off a part of yourself..) I know that I have change enormously over recent years, would hardly recognise myself if I ran into me on the street! And yet…. And yet I am still so veryvery me. I still laugh at the same ridiculous things, I stil tear up when watching a drama, fail to laugh at the comedic videos that everyone else find hilarious. I am stil so very, very Alison.
But, at the same time, in my own way, I am a palimpsest.