melodramas are fun. they reflect on a lot of truth, but amp it up so much that it's all fantastical again. sometimes i sit back and watch my life, dramatising it, creating significance where there isn't any. and i want so badly to play the part well, so i have these modes i slip in and out of. the daughter, the friend, the arts student, the kid, the adult, the observer, the listener.
the girfriend.
on
off
-flick-
oh i'm pretty damn good at it too. but it also means i'm not here. the space i occupy is the imagined self wearing the masks and me, i'm somewhere else, standing behind. writing the script, creating the drama. i think of things and i just smile. this is all a day dream.
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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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That's really trippy, which is probably why I liked that post quite a bit. I mean, not only is your space occupied by your imagined self, but it's wearing a mask too?
Hmmm... that actually gives me an idea. Damn, another thing to think about...
Hope the melodrama is going well by the way.
well naturally, my imagined self is mostly just a shell. it's my outfits and makeup and hair and whatever self image i choose to project for the day. it needs the masks to be personable.
i'm choosing to just enjoy the melodrama. i hope all's good at your end too.
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