Hidden places are of course internal and external and both literal and figurative. So the literal hidden place is both Toni Patisserie and the Cultural Center. These were the places where I met and fell in love with an artist, with my city of origin, and most crucially with myself again. And the figurative hidden […]
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When I was a child, I liked to curl up and turn my senses off and inward. I would fold my head into my lap and cover my eyes with my hands and close my ears with my thumbs. I spent a lot of time in this space, just thinking and watching the vibrant colors rise and fade on the insides of my eyelids, hearing and feeling my breath rise and fall. It was relaxing and mesmerizing.
Throughout my life, I have always had a tendency to wander, or just sit and observe. The woman in the video dances freely. She dances past the search squad, telephoning in updated reports. She climbs up the rocks, carrying her suitcase all the way. She is not causing or getting into any trouble. She is just finding her way.
One of our girls has gone missing
We’ve heard she’s left
So where do we go now?
It feels like theft
One of our girls has gone over the wall
Under a wire
She’s cut and run
But where is she now?
She’s lost her colour and faded away
Left an empty house
And moved into thin air
One of our girls has gone missing
Under a cloud
Will she come back
Or is she too proud?
One of our girls has gone with the wind
And run away
For more than a minute
For more than a day
So one of our birds has flown
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Is that so distressing?
She can have her wings
Will she have our blessing?
Plan for India, graduate school agghhh, yoga and relax, build flexibility, stretch, finish work project (there is no end to data analysis!), read, write, develop storytelling skills, dance class, tone muscles, practice cooking new recipes, search castings and score gigs, *rare and beautiful moments of exceptional bliss* becoming ever more frequent and regular, extreme stress […]
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The title is a quote from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which I reread on my birthday, followed by a screening that I hosted at an event space with arguably the best projector in the city of Chicago. Anyhow, I wanted to post about this deep sense of elation I have been feeling lately […]
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It’s nice to just let go, type, write, speak, and be in a way that feels quintessentially natural and that flows with ease. It’s rare and oddly difficult to find this place of free communication. We strive for structures that can mask our limitations and imperfections, and yet we then have the task of describing their […]
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I am writing this to capture this moment and this feeling. Right now. I am filled with this sense of joy, wonder, and the calmness to approach opportunities with grace and honesty, if still a bit cautiously. I remember feeling this way in spring, shortly after I had registered for the summer program in Copenhagen. […]
Read more "The woman vanishes, laughter fading in the mist"
We were like children discovering our existence and its supposed boundaries for the first time. The levity of our method was held taut by the thoroughness of our investigation. Our fingertips grasp only rays of light that flicker through the dust and do not yet hold onto the forms and shapes upon which it lands. […]
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