I love Chicago (CHI-CA-GO). As I leave the interview, I feel a
f t
i e
weight l d off my
shoulders. I can BREATHE~
In a town so alive it reminds me of my trip to FRANCE where
strolling the streets, people watching and baguette eating was acceptable. Here I rush from place TO place with no
time for s-t-r-o-l-l-i-n-g, only fast-paced walking. The thrill of cold air, no longer burns my nostrils; my body
is warm and full of excitement.
I feel planted in this city with connections to everything I
touch without experiences of the past creeping in to make their mark like
Deleuze and Guattari’s A Thousand Plateaus “Introduction Rhizome”, “We will
never ask what a book [or feeling] means.
We will ask what it functions with, in connection with other things it
does or does not transmit intensities…” I can connect with this town and leave
the past behind me, making a web of new experiences, touching every edge of
this place.
This is of the new.
I have a new voice, and a new style. Hopefully I get a call back. Hopefully I can embark on this journey to make this a
permanent HOME.
I breathe in, my thoughts travel back to childhood, “Read it
again,” I would always exclaim right before bedtime, and by the second go
around, I was asleep. Today is
like that. I want to look over it
again, but I’m afraid that if I do, I will miss the new experiences right now.
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