RE: The Perils of Living and Sea Level
Your freewrites usually leave me oddly both in touch with the world and alienated from it, participant and observer. You see so much more than I do as I hustle down the streets with my head down or focused on the road.
I love the knowing his shoes would be white, his shoes invite you in, not him. His shoes reinforced your existential sensibilities, make life doable by remaining a nothing-burger you can rely on.
A myriad of persons, we can still differ from one another, except on April 15 (in the US) when we are all the same reporting where all of our property is and where it came from or where it went. Gotta stay in those crosswalks though, if only to prove a point.
Sitting duck in a waiting room. I'll never wait in quite the same way again.
I love a freewrite that inspires me to freewrite. When you do that to me, I start to sound a tiny bit like you. Mimicry, angst, passage of time kind of stuff, not exactly calming, but not agitating either. I just am. I write, therefore we are.
It's lways a pleasure, or somesuch, to read you.
Yes, freewrite is the best! Not unlike the ecstatic dance classes I facilitate. I provide the music and you see where it takes you, the wilder, the quieter, the better :)
I guess I just can't help but take everything in as I go out into the world and it can feel a drain at times to notice and feel so much.
Love nothing burger! I do call him white shoes to friends and family when I reference him :)
I can see this about you in your writings. You're a sponge, an energy sponge, nearly everything you encounter affects you in some way. I can walk right by and not notice, often to a fault.
Although I rarely notice shoes, even would would notice off someone's were always white. That seems like a special kind of stupid to me.
My mother made a point of telling me you could definitely judge someone by the shoes they wear ;)
Dance classes sound really cool. Like sufis twirling for the divine pleasure it gives them.