To be Visible to Someone Other Than Oneself
On writing when you have always been transparent to all
Your story is always about us, who we are not.
With words, you’re never alone.
They give substance to loneliness, turning it into company.
You write as you find within and without, heart and mind digital crash test dummies hurtling through space.
The illusion of life.
You chase that spark, that high, that ride.
Much motion sickness.
Waver, wander, ponder.
The unknown is only ever one question away.
The intrusion of life.
You feed it weird wobbly words worshipping wonder so there is always enough curiosity to go around.
The intensity of your quest matches the density of your desperation.
With words, you’re still on your own.
Your story is always about us, who we could be.
I’m a French-American writer, journalist, and editor now based in the Netherlands. To continue the conversation, follow the bird. For email and everything else, deets in bio.