I love these mini musings because they’re these tiny typed passages confined within tactile little black framed boxes containing so much emotion and visuals packed within short prose. I’m also SO inspired by all your type-written pieces that I just purchased my own typewriter today! I’m excited to share my experiments with you.
I felt a strong pull to the first and last passage:
First: Sister relationships really do teeter between closeness and cattiness, at least in my own experience. What words would you use to describe having brothers? I’m wondering how my relationship with my siblings would be different if they were brothers instead of sisters. I wonder if I’d be talking to them now. Dudes are better at resolving conflicts, in my experience, because they’re generally not bothered by the same things us ladies are. Or maybe I’m hanging around chill dudes because my sisters are not chill… 🧐
Last: “There is always this feeling inside me of wanting to disappear, to live within the blur between people passing, unknown…the most content and the lightest I’ve ever been was when I was at my most unknown; unknown even to me.” I just love this one so much. I long to feel this way, but I’m generally scared of the unknown.
The one about the sisters encapsulated a similar thought I had recently: I only have one sister, and my wife has two, and thought that I will never experience "sibling jealousy" of one of them doing something with the other(s). And that applies to so many situations I will never experience, or that might've made me a very different person. Also, "real life Little Women" made laugh!
The second one made me think of a question I recently learned and have been asking a lot: "Describe a morning you woke without fear". From The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers. Lots to say and unpack there.
The little girl one was gripping, more knowing her age at the end.
The last one resonated in how different I think about what you said at the beginning, and made me understand and appreciate that view better. Although I do also feel very curious about people passing by, and love my anonymity in a big city. So we might think about it more similarly than I thought.
Passing people in the street, hearing snippets of conversation, and wanting to know them, trying to make sense of the fact they have these whole complete immersive lives just like my own... resonates hard.
...the kissing rain attracted to water on the fountain...what an image...and to think we might have all been kissed by those same dripping lips, or drank from that object of its affection...
"the lightest i have ever been was when I was at my most unknown" - I resonate deeply with this feeling, and I experience it often in my frequent travels. Surrounded by humanity, invisible in the crowd, included but not invaded, publicly private. I hadn't thought of it this way, but there is some kind of deep peace in the lack of reflection from others while getting to be with them at the same time. To be left alone to simply exist in the company of others is somehow a gift.
I love these mini musings because they’re these tiny typed passages confined within tactile little black framed boxes containing so much emotion and visuals packed within short prose. I’m also SO inspired by all your type-written pieces that I just purchased my own typewriter today! I’m excited to share my experiments with you.
I felt a strong pull to the first and last passage:
First: Sister relationships really do teeter between closeness and cattiness, at least in my own experience. What words would you use to describe having brothers? I’m wondering how my relationship with my siblings would be different if they were brothers instead of sisters. I wonder if I’d be talking to them now. Dudes are better at resolving conflicts, in my experience, because they’re generally not bothered by the same things us ladies are. Or maybe I’m hanging around chill dudes because my sisters are not chill… 🧐
Last: “There is always this feeling inside me of wanting to disappear, to live within the blur between people passing, unknown…the most content and the lightest I’ve ever been was when I was at my most unknown; unknown even to me.” I just love this one so much. I long to feel this way, but I’m generally scared of the unknown.
The one about the sisters encapsulated a similar thought I had recently: I only have one sister, and my wife has two, and thought that I will never experience "sibling jealousy" of one of them doing something with the other(s). And that applies to so many situations I will never experience, or that might've made me a very different person. Also, "real life Little Women" made laugh!
The second one made me think of a question I recently learned and have been asking a lot: "Describe a morning you woke without fear". From The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers. Lots to say and unpack there.
The little girl one was gripping, more knowing her age at the end.
The last one resonated in how different I think about what you said at the beginning, and made me understand and appreciate that view better. Although I do also feel very curious about people passing by, and love my anonymity in a big city. So we might think about it more similarly than I thought.
Also, this mini musing could be a series!
Passing people in the street, hearing snippets of conversation, and wanting to know them, trying to make sense of the fact they have these whole complete immersive lives just like my own... resonates hard.
Beautiful Sandra
...the kissing rain attracted to water on the fountain...what an image...and to think we might have all been kissed by those same dripping lips, or drank from that object of its affection...
"the lightest i have ever been was when I was at my most unknown" - I resonate deeply with this feeling, and I experience it often in my frequent travels. Surrounded by humanity, invisible in the crowd, included but not invaded, publicly private. I hadn't thought of it this way, but there is some kind of deep peace in the lack of reflection from others while getting to be with them at the same time. To be left alone to simply exist in the company of others is somehow a gift.