Pretty soon, I'll be getting on my first plane. I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space.
It's beautiful how well this captures the thriving, throbbing life force of one's home, the juice flowing through the streets, the orange-yellow streaks of cars and trucks rushing through the thin, winding tubes and interlocking pattern of roads, the sped-up movements of people going from here to there, coming from there to here, how what seems so vital and familiar can suddenly become increasingly inconsequential, and small, as one gets farther and farther away, as one's view of home becomes clearer and clearer.
the Edward Hopper, the poppies, the violently built canopies in me
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Monday, December 30, 2013
1.
I'm listening to Taylor Swift while sitting in the kitchen wearing a coat I've had for over 10 years, since I was around 8 or 9. My sister is making white chocolate macadamia nut cookies at 8:41 pm. We're celebrating. The last few days have been spent in bed working on her college applications-- editing, reediting, getting irritated at each other, getting sick of sitting in bed working on college applications while sometimes smelling like a middle-school boy's locker room.
It'll be the last day of 2013 in a couple of hours. These days, I'm not one for reflecting too much. It's difficult to remember more than a few months back, and I've been feeling very self-conscious about not documenting things. Honestly, this year has had more than its fair share of self doubt in general… and despite my recent uneasiness about being goal-oriented, I'm kind of getting attached to the idea of making "becoming more confident" my main New Year's resolution. That, and more documenting, more journaling, and more writing in general. More making things, less doubt, less guilt, less stress. I want to "honor my response to the world."
I suppose that's all I've got to share for now, because I can feel my mind struggling to focus on what I'm writing. I'd like to just sit here for a while, talk with my sister, and really feel what it's like to be doing what I am doing, to feel what it's like to be where I am. Seems like a good first step in honoring my feelings and surroundings, so I'm going to give it a go. Bye for now.
It'll be the last day of 2013 in a couple of hours. These days, I'm not one for reflecting too much. It's difficult to remember more than a few months back, and I've been feeling very self-conscious about not documenting things. Honestly, this year has had more than its fair share of self doubt in general… and despite my recent uneasiness about being goal-oriented, I'm kind of getting attached to the idea of making "becoming more confident" my main New Year's resolution. That, and more documenting, more journaling, and more writing in general. More making things, less doubt, less guilt, less stress. I want to "honor my response to the world."
I suppose that's all I've got to share for now, because I can feel my mind struggling to focus on what I'm writing. I'd like to just sit here for a while, talk with my sister, and really feel what it's like to be doing what I am doing, to feel what it's like to be where I am. Seems like a good first step in honoring my feelings and surroundings, so I'm going to give it a go. Bye for now.
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