Second Person
June 05, 2003
More from old journals: (0000ZM)
There's been a bit too much writing about PurpleNumbers on this blog lately. That's part of why I made it, but I'd also like it to be something else. T (0000ZN)
This is from the same notebook, a few pages later. I write about myself, in second person: (0000ZO)
You are 16 years old and you discover the size of the universe. On your back, staring at the stars, your focus receeds to infinite and suddenly, in comparison, you don't exist. You don't matter. Nothing you say, do, feel or be is more than a mote of dust. (0000ZP)
You are 20 years old and you've discovered for the second time in a year that someone is pregnant and you did it. And this is for keeps. Nothing you say, do, feel or be is going to change that. (0000ZQ)
You are 29 years old and the object of your affection, the stars in your sky, your single goal, dream and aspiration leaves without warning. You, mote of dust, can't say, do, feel or be. (0000ZR)
I went into a different journal to find a date for this (sometime in 1999, when I was 29) because the age doesn't correspond with the event, and got lost there. Metaphors used then still exist now, but the meanings have all changed. The primary character is now me when it used to be others. (0000ZS)
That is good. I can say, do, feel and be. (0000ZT)
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