I'd like some anonymity.
I'd like to disappear.
I'd like to be where no one knows me, by face or by name or by my tenuous attachments to other people.
I sat not so long ago in a coffee shop in Warsaw and was identifiably only by the tiny cup of espresso I ordered, by my muddy-hemmed jeans, by the pen in my hand.
I'd like to go back there.
I'd like for no one to look me in the eye.
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It's nice, right?
ReplyDeleteIt's all about 'not speaking the language' - whatever that might mean.
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ReplyDeleteYeah, that might be it. It's more about self-enforced anonymity. If there's no one around to humor me my ridiculousness it forces me to carry it on my own. I need to learn that. Mostly I just need to get away.
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