The things I thought were big deals are really no deals.
They are just spaces and places like any other. Rooms where people meet and talk and listen and play music. Halls like other halls except no one had ever seen a hall before. They knew their bedrooms and their classrooms dining rooms front rooms and now there was this new room- where things happened unlike what happened in those old rooms. This new room…this is where we cement our aloneness. Our grownup-ness. This is where we make fools of ourselves because we can. We have small magnetic strips that say we can. And I wore high heels.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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