December 2010
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The Unmoving Part of Travel
I transport myself back one month ago today. I am in Seville, standing at a bus stop as normally as I used to wait for the 409 to school, my backpack just super-sized; the creased leaves of its textbooks now replaced with the entwined ball of sleeves and leggings moulded into it over many a rushed exit. Its pockets are still stuffed with artsy fartsy cafe postcards, only- one is in Deutsch, the...
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And another:
(This was written during a volunteer experience at Wangee Park School with my lovely friend Mimz)
Humans are always seeking or anticipating the discovery of worlds different to this one. Earth, the wee ball on which we scurry to bus-stops, push along red-handled supermarket trolleys, shatter a cumulative amount of glassware during evening celebrations, has apparently been figured out enough...
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Another vintage post:
Desconocidos que esperan en la misma habitacion.
During my clumsy attempts to assemble sentences in español, I take account of the process itself- not linear, not sequential. Adjectives and pronouns consult their neighbouring nouns in order to define themselves. A statement’s meaning has the ability to be altered by one conjugation. An occasion of ambiguity is solved by the addition of...
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Just came across this old entry I wrote 4 years...
Things work in a funny little, upside-down, topsy turvy kind of way. Here I sit again. In the same place, on the main pivot point in my life, at the very beginning. Now the funny part is that this constant return to my now tattered start position is NOT the result of a 2-way yo-yo like existence (thank GOD), but moreso that of a loopy, spirographical existence I now think I’m destined to...