A series of masks and costumes.
Someone wrote…
I used to think it was just my whole life was one drag show I didn’t want. Now I see that my life is just a series of masks and costumes. For the first time in many months I finally went back to a place where I could drop all the masks I put on for others, and sit back with my friends and my own collection.
What’s your experience?
Category: your voice One comment »
October 21st, 2010 at 2:51 pm |
Congratulations! Doesn’t it feel good to throw off all those burdens? One of my favorite poets, Hans Enzensberger had a poem called vending machine (http://ije.oxfordjournals.org/content/35/6/1423.full) that neatly describes to me how we get over-written by the world with images and expectations…
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