This is all sounding a little too La Jetee
Everything suddenly feels very cyclical as a senior. When I went to convocation this year, I could only really think about when I was a freshman and we sat in the balcony and made jokes. (Why are convocation lectures so mediocre?)
Everyone that I see and don't know looks like a doppelganger for someone else, the younger version that's stepping in our place. I feel like I am constantly doing double takes to assure myself that these people really are strangers and I'm still in the present. I haven't found my own double, unsurprisingly, as they are never flattering to one's vanity. I'm realizing now how much I really have changed, that I'm generally a much happier person now even though I used to identify my freshman year as the happiest because it was all so new and exciting (and I was drunk all the time, it seems). I feel like I've gotten things together and (in a terrifying way) have a very distinct direction.
And, in other news, ironically, this mystery is solved and looks a little like fate in a lot of weird, small ways:
(Gabriel Orozco, first spotted in America Photo, age 14)
Furthermore, a livejournal post that I wanted to write this summer is instead going to be my final research paper for my art history seminar. I'm totally going to score some student work copy DVDs!
Everyone that I see and don't know looks like a doppelganger for someone else, the younger version that's stepping in our place. I feel like I am constantly doing double takes to assure myself that these people really are strangers and I'm still in the present. I haven't found my own double, unsurprisingly, as they are never flattering to one's vanity. I'm realizing now how much I really have changed, that I'm generally a much happier person now even though I used to identify my freshman year as the happiest because it was all so new and exciting (and I was drunk all the time, it seems). I feel like I've gotten things together and (in a terrifying way) have a very distinct direction.
And, in other news, ironically, this mystery is solved and looks a little like fate in a lot of weird, small ways:
(Gabriel Orozco, first spotted in America Photo, age 14)
Furthermore, a livejournal post that I wanted to write this summer is instead going to be my final research paper for my art history seminar. I'm totally going to score some student work copy DVDs!