Top Contender.
NPR is playing in the background - All Things Considered.
War. Conflict. Statistics.
And somewhere within the lines, relation.
I was reminded of something that I wrote last summer - I loved white boards back then.
(I still do)
I am fulfilled. I have a lot of goals that I plan on accomplishing (don't we always?)Plus, I decided to write down all of the art ideas in my head - I will take a hammer to crush a television and I will plant a seed.
(to find out which one grows. yeah yeah. ooh ooh.)
I'm not sure what my next book will be. I am so in love with Vonnegut. Next, I want to cuddle with great american fiction.
Dorky moment - My history book looks amazing!
And my history and appreciation of music program is entirely breathtaking.
I think romorrow I will start returning all the phone calls I haven't had time for in the last four days.
And flashback to May 2005:
May 2005
If I could break through all of my words, my attempts at diversion, tell me what would I find? Who would be the person I thought I was in touch with? Who would she be? If she could let her walls down and break boundaries that only she has created, who would this "she" be? Is "she" nothing more than a hopeless pronoun stuck in the laws of English? Is she forever bound by her language, her past, her scars? Is she forever the "she" which remains suspended on false hopes and naive dreams....dreams never once attempted?
Who is this she?
Who is this myself?
Who is this individual you claim?
Who is the collective, for in a world where individuals exist, isn't there always a category, always a "the same"
Isn't there always a 0 to get a +5.
One year later - here she is. Here I am.
War. Conflict. Statistics.
And somewhere within the lines, relation.
I was reminded of something that I wrote last summer - I loved white boards back then.
(I still do)
I am fulfilled. I have a lot of goals that I plan on accomplishing (don't we always?)Plus, I decided to write down all of the art ideas in my head - I will take a hammer to crush a television and I will plant a seed.
(to find out which one grows. yeah yeah. ooh ooh.)
I'm not sure what my next book will be. I am so in love with Vonnegut. Next, I want to cuddle with great american fiction.
Dorky moment - My history book looks amazing!
And my history and appreciation of music program is entirely breathtaking.
I think romorrow I will start returning all the phone calls I haven't had time for in the last four days.
And flashback to May 2005:
May 2005
If I could break through all of my words, my attempts at diversion, tell me what would I find? Who would be the person I thought I was in touch with? Who would she be? If she could let her walls down and break boundaries that only she has created, who would this "she" be? Is "she" nothing more than a hopeless pronoun stuck in the laws of English? Is she forever bound by her language, her past, her scars? Is she forever the "she" which remains suspended on false hopes and naive dreams....dreams never once attempted?
Who is this she?
Who is this myself?
Who is this individual you claim?
Who is the collective, for in a world where individuals exist, isn't there always a category, always a "the same"
Isn't there always a 0 to get a +5.
One year later - here she is. Here I am.