Tonight, I think of my younger self with eyes of endurance and focus, eyes wide and credulous. You take a handmade scroll and draw it open. For you, this evening is veiled in a fog of revelries. You tug at the gold ribbon, unwrap the printed paper. You’re reading and I’m by your side marvelling at my own work. I lose my cool though I probably never had it, or felt it once and took it held it watched it vanish again. What I don’t have within me by this age, I choose to lack. And you’re the final stranger.
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Day 100
Posted in Age: 31-40, Gender: Female, Location: Arts Venue, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, scroll, strangers, writing on March 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Day 99
Posted in Age: 11-20, Gender: Female, Location: Shop/Market, tagged Cheryl, city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, Jennifer, Jordan, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, writing on March 9, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
My thoughts leap from here to there. Happily, for relief, there are gossip magazines. I watch as you select an armful of brightly coloured publications telling you all that’s necessary about Cheryl, Jordan and Jennifer. I flick through one and say aloud, Sex Text Saga. You reply, Excuse me, reaching for one more. I scoff but here I am admiring the free shampoo offer with Glamour. I ask you about Tess and Vernon. And then real life walks in through the double doors and says, now then you two. There it is asking, Who is right and who is wrong?
Day 98
Posted in Age: 21-30, Gender: Female, Location: Café/Restaurant, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, strangers, writing on March 8, 2010 | 2 Comments »
A stranger as a challenge. You are on the telephone but I need to communicate with you. A gesture, then. You ignore me. A wave. Can I pass, please? You avert your eyes. I lean over you to order my sandwich. I hear the tinny voice from your handset. Someone is crying. What I say is this: Don’t go. Or do go. Stay with him, or don’t. Eat well, or not. Settle in this country, or don’t. Be ridiculous, but sometimes don’t be. The only place from which you don’t have to come back from is the journey to yourself.
Day 96
Posted in Age: 21-30, Gender: Female, Location: Arts Venue, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, gemma seltzer, literature, london, market estate project, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, scarves, strangers, writing on March 6, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Floor plans cover the walls, ceiling and sofa. Standing against an open window, you’re shivering yet pleased: All in the name of art. This 1960’s housing estate is condemned, though you don’t know why. This building will be replaced, but you’re not sure what is. This building offers free furniture after 10pm, however you can’t be certain. I take your responses to mean that site-specific creativity in urban spaces does not automatically breed interest in the place. You wear several scarves and hold a walkie-talkie, I try again: You must be cold. You cheer up: Right, right yes I am.
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