I first acknowledged it with embarassment and some degree of shame: "navelgazing, yes, that's what I do." wishing for a broader scope, taller perspective. but gradually I came to own my microscopic, sometimes laser, focus, my command of miniscule terrain: inside of my own head, floating motes, the ways that leaves unfurl. noodling around with little more than belly button lint. if that's what I've got to give, it's yours. with love.
formerly.
otherwise, visually.
also, vox-ually.
these days as soon as I wake up, the dreams fly right out of the room, driven by the force of whatever waking idea comes barrelling in. this morning I wake up writing part of my dissertation, fleshing out an idea on the page by using the puppet-people from my dreams themselves to play out the discussion with one another or else sitting at a desk writing out the ideas I intend to, and do, get to myself once I'm more awake.
posted by sat @ 9:37 AM
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