"Who is listening to me cry here so far from home? Crickets who are glad for the accompaniment. A fish in the dam underwater, my tears sounding to it like they are muffled through a pillow.
Sometimes there's so much joy it kind of hurts. And there's almost nothing better than waking up and making good coffee and listen to Nina Simone, who means every single word of it. I still really want a rabbit, so that hasn't changed, but I have been able to dance these past few days. I wonder if anyone's noticed besides me, the lightness inside and outside after I dance. Then again I've always found the visual arts to be a little touch and go for creating a real message out there. A lot of us are concerned with a million little things except the most basic principles: Why do we do it? There's a answer that could be psychoanalytical, scientific and metaphysical, but that doesn't satisfy why we desire to create, what it's purpose is. I'd like to think that a good piece of art, regardless of what it looks like, does one thing - it leaves you nowhere to hide. That's probably why I feel more connected with dance as a means of articulating myself, because it is so direct. Gestures and poses all mean the same thing in any language, movement conveys the same tone. I'm never misunderstood or misquoted when I dance, and there is nowhere to hide from those feelings, those moments in time.
Feel free to argue, I'll still be here painting my nails, wanting to see Chantal's rabbit. I think I'm going to get one, they're incredibly cute and not nearly as skittish as the other pets I was considering, but not quite as much work as a cat or dog. An Angora rabbit would be perfect, then I would get free needle felting wool when it sheds. Heck, I could even sell it.
