June 2009
3 posts
“I wish it could just be simple, like a retro pop song, “I want you to want...”
“So who am I to fool now if you’re gone, you’re gone?
When I am found below the...”
– Barcelona
When I Hit The Ground
During the summer I fret about my future less than during the school year, but when the thought comes up, it shakes me at the core. My legs can no longer support the rest of my body, and I just need to take some time to sit it out and breathe.
This summer was supposed to be my summer of finding my subjectivity, differentiating between that and performativity. My summer defining myself.
But you...
