A brief explanation…
Dear Dancers,
In the winter of 2020, I got really into Lynda Barry. For those who don't know her, she's a writer and cartoonist who has written some incredible books, including Syllabus, in which she offers some wonderfully wacky writing exercises.
What you find below are various odd fragments of daily diary pages joined together. Rereading it, my life has changed a lot since those heady mid-COVID days, with a relationship that's long gone and my life simply laid out differently.
Also, last week, I missed posting something here for the first time since I started. I was working on an essay for my psychotherapy training on how Gestalt Therapy conceives of personality. It’s also the last few weeks before the summer holidays which, parentally, is a pretty hectic time.
Sending love to you all
Sebastian
Diary Pages: 2nd - 13th December 2020
I am eating a mandarin and burning a bench with my body. A man on a balcony is watching me, and Imani is wearing a huge black coat and an orange dread-band.
“I was just jumping on my bed singing ‘Medulla Oblongata, Medulla Oblongata’ over and over and over...” she said.
I get up, listen to a Ramachandran talk about synaesthesia, and go for a walk with Michael. We walk past the entrance to Johnstraße U3 near Zeichenfabrik and walk all the way to the NamNam Deli. A man stops us. “Wo hast du diese Tasche?” He asks insistently. We explain that it was from ImpulsTanz and is stuffed with my duvet.
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