I feel like I was sold a story of America, and a story of my people and who we were, and it turns out that it was mostly a lie,
I get restless at night.
It was, in a funny way, my version of Billy Collins’ lanyard. The gift missed the mark.
I am realizing I cannot help this girl if I do not let people know that she exists in the first place.
As an artist, the desire to be known is tied up in the desire to know. Expression and exploration are linked.
sometimes I’m sorry I was not
all green and yellow lights.
The visual cortex begins to interpret images and even change them before it even processes fully what they are, meaning that we often see things that aren’t actually there.
She was also, I should add, a very bad little dog, at least in the day-to-day business of dogging.
But I have to remind myself that the difficulty of others’ situations does not invalidate my own.
The pencils are another matter.