When after many years, you learn to see the world through the eyes of another, you forget to see on your own when those eyes are suddenly shut, when that connection is suddenly severed.
Oftentimes I *still* feel as though I am learning to see for the first time, re-learning what it is to let my eyes wander among the stars or to feel grass under bare feet, to listen to wind. Love is a connection to more than that one person, its a connection to the world. And having found out that part of that was a lie for so long, it's still tricky to connect to the world.
Sorry for airing that publicly, it's just been on my mind.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
2 comments:
S'alright, isn't it only a rumor, anyway?
it gets better.
not easier, but better. you get something new and braver.
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