Perpetually having moments where I feel like this is a life I haven’t lived yet and others where I’m a completely different person. I dress for work and for play and feel like thirty different people to thirty different people all in one day. Thinking back, segments of my life are so non-linear that I feel like I was living another life or dressing up as a character in some reality television show with no cameras…
Today is Dia de Los Muertos, and I keep thinking about my loved ones who have passed- some long ago and others more recent- and I wonder what of theirs I carry around. Eyes? A nose? Their fiery personality and increasingly more complicated thoughts? Is this feeling something we shared at separate points in time? Like a hazy scene in a movie that’s supposed to depict a memory or the past- are our times running parallel to each other?
Wherever you are, today I’m thinking about you.
Posted on 02/11/2011
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