So – I’m a little lonely. I wasn’t going to write about this, because who needs to know from my loneliness? It’s not Obama’s fault, after all, or even the fault of DC. It didn’t feel like something that was pertinent to other people’s understanding of this inaugural, and that it was something to maybe hide. But: I feel a little sequestered here in Virginia, away from the action, staying in for two long days and nights.
My sister and I are squabbling slightly, and my view seems narrow, small. I don’t feel connected at the moment. Tomorrow will overwhelm, but I need that breath of freshness, openness, release. I still have no clue how I’m getting home but I caved and posted an ad on Craigslist, so we’re getting closer. I have no clue what tomorrow will bring. Change, in some form or another. I’ll breathe in and breathe out, and the world will be a little different. It’s a welcome metamorphosis tonight.
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About Me
- adwoa
- One day in my eleventh grade Theory of Knowledge class, we were having a discussion on the allegory of the cave. It was very earnest, with lots of sixteen year old angst about whether or not we could ever Really See The True Nature Of Things. About midway through the debate, I raised my hand and said “But… isn’t there any value to be gained from looking at the shadows themselves?”
Crickets ensued.
Two years later, I left for college and discovered semiotics.
I care passionately about: design, cooking, clothing, bodies of water, sunglasses, and classiness in all of its many forms.
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