to brush most people's probing aside
is effortless, deflecting blows so they never see you - I've had to catch myself noticing people in weak moments. they make you feel like some unfathomable pillar
created by something ancient or alien, or maybe just yourself.
I despise the predatory element,
a weakness seen
that could blend in better -
now it’s something kind,
learning what makes people tick. I wonder if other people like me exist
building fortresses of knowledge
no one suspects we possess -
I catch myself studying people,
watching from outside the circle
of normal human interaction.
it’s not malicious,
just different -
a compulsion maybe, or just curiosity distilled into methodical observation.
it started as survival,
now I notice the pause before a practiced lie,
the subtle shift in posture when someone feels threatened -
all these blaring, bright neon signs I used to try to mimic.
sometimes I wonder if they can tell
I’m building libraries of their expressions,
cataloging their reactions
and how they signal belonging - it’s exhausting work.
sometimes I catch someone watching me,
an eye-meet, wonder-if they’re like me moment, or if they just sense something off
and wrong -
we were constellations once,
maybe now there’s just a slight delay
in recognition,
while I wonder if they’re like me
collecting a moment for too long.
Sergey Shigolev- Morning Stars, 1928.
Naum Gabo, Translucent Variation on a Spheric Theme,1937
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Enough with bedrotting and also enough with living your life through the veil of Routines and Habits. What u need is to live ur life like it’s a bizarre 1969 avante grade art film documenting the life of an 18th century poet and musician through abstract visual-poetic representations
Lucien Hervé (László Elkán, dit) Unité d'habitation, Nantes-Rezé (Architecte : Le Corbusier)
The Angel, Standing in the Sun
Joseph Mallord William Turner
oil on canvas, 1846