@metamore_
I’m sharing my twitter, it holds the evolution of my mind, my humor, my mantra, my typos, and punctuation use since 2011. If I was a celebrity i’d surely be burned at the stake for a lot of it. It’s insanely personal and unstructured at times. It’s cringe and unpolished but beyond the content I think it captures something real.
I’m tired of hiding. I fell into some trap that the older you get the more impressive your facade and the more you can hide behind it. The way people define you rarely lives up to who you are, rarely makes you feel truly seen. That feeling of being categorized can’t possibly be worse than how my tweets will be perceived.
I’ve started swimming. I’m amphibious and i’m nocturnal. I’ve felt land locked the past 4 years.
Maybe it’s a place to give myself enough seratonin to be wise. Most people my age want me to hold some level of naivety, and something inside me says obey. In high school I spent all my free time discussing philosophy with old men, unwittingly sabotaging any chance of social normalcy then and to come. That’s all I look for.
Anthropological Magical Realism 