What impact does stream of consciousness have on narrative structure?

Unlike my mother, I feel pain. Unlike my father, I disrupt. Unlike my sister, I see lies. Unlike my brother, I understand. Unlike my friends, I respect. Unlike my enemy, I thrive. Unlike my culture, I explore. Unlike the past, I let go. Unlike the future, I am in the now. Unlike my lover, I do not abuse. Unlike my titles, I remain unchanged by them. Unlike no other, I rise again and again and again 9 cat lives.

As an abstract artist, my mind is a kaleidoscope of swirling ideas, reflecting the fluidity of stream of consciousness in narrative structure. This technique, like my art, shuns linear progression, weaving thoughts and memories into a cohesive tapestry. It captures the true essence of human experience, where reality is rarely orderly. Stream of consciousness reveals characters' inner lives in a raw, authentic way, much like how I piece together disparate shapes and colors. Embracing this chaos creates a narrative mosaic, offering a richer, more intimate connection to the human psyche and our shared experiences.

Living in the present is mindful, yet I often find my present thoughts in the future or the past. Not in the enjoyment of the current moment. Drinking something warm and acknowledging how that may even make one feel is a fleeting moment. Right now I am enjoying, listening, and swaying to the beat of Nina Simone's Baltimore. "Trying to find the ocean looking everywhere...and the people hide their faces and they hide their eyes". My mind recalls all the people I see from yesterdays who wear sunglasses indoors. I will wear tomorrow to hide my face. The guitar drifts with soft and hard piano timbre - sharp dum dum dum. It is hard to live in a city as cost of living rising! Ooooh Baltimore it's just hard to live. Ode to Nina Simone.

The Angry Black Woman is actually calm. Statistics show we make less than any other race despite merit. Yet there is no solution except figure it out. Be grateful. Walking a path of where men and women of all races feel entitled to disrespect, steal, demean and undermine our presence. The Angry Black Woman is actually poised like a statue of resilience polished by solitude. She has hid the pain of the erosion of her family. Witness the incarceration of young black men. Endured the horrors of slavery in her DNA while others neither know, care or feel what it is to be. Then to top it off, cherry on top, there is "crab in the barrel" from the faces of us. Actually all is calm, but if you do run across an Angry Black women - Beware.

Let's imagine the five senses. Currently, I am listening to New World Coming by Nina Simone in a silk robe. An incense is burning with vanilla, rose and vetiver to promote the sacral energy chakra. It is smoky and drifts out toward the window. Outside, the people are moving about, city noises of a drilling competing with Nina. I look out the window to see several white skyscrapers with balconies. I often wonder what the people in those buildings are doing. I am drinking green tea with no addition, the bitterness is strong due to the long seeping. My nose drips due to a cold. Engaging the 5 senses opens up one to be present and mindful. Happy Engaging :)

For the past few weeks, I have been on exploration of Art in São Paulo, Brazil. I am in a country that only speaks Portuguese. Everyone asks me how have I been able to navigate. I understand that people all around the world connect via food, music, fashion, culture, and art. One day, I played chess with an older gentleman in a park. The communication became the chessboard as the rules were universally understood. One of us was going to win. Luckily, he let me on the first game. The love of Michael Jackson and Madonna has also allowed me to connect too. I have learned to samba and dance forro, which language is not needed to experience. Just body movement. Vulnerability to artistic expression opens up to unique experiences.