Storytelling [don't be racist]
I come from 2 long lines of storytellers. There is the Russian Jewish side, full of more rambling love and neurosis then one could ever ask for; and then there is the Virginian side, deeply rooted drawling twilight porchtalk, to which exaggeration comes naturally and truth is a primordial soup of morality and fantasma. And here I sit.
My resting state is one of narrative-I walk around, try to look people in the eye, and tell multidimensional stories as I go. I used to think that it was my way of keeping my mind sharp, was responsible for my ability to jump quickly into composed articulation.
But now I wonder if I will ever be able to turn it off.
My resting state is one of narrative-I walk around, try to look people in the eye, and tell multidimensional stories as I go. I used to think that it was my way of keeping my mind sharp, was responsible for my ability to jump quickly into composed articulation.
But now I wonder if I will ever be able to turn it off.