"i tend to forget where i came from. i came from a far away country, i came from a life that is plain and simple, i came from privilege in every sense of the word. i have often forgotten this, i often forget my origins. i love life for life itself, i like the struggle of the mundane and human, i like just being alive and not knowing. i am in love with life itself, not with a man, not with a woman, not with a child. when i have forgotten where i came from, i hesitate, when i hesitate i do justice to neither those around me, nor to myself. when i met the man, amnesia got me, i forgot. in some of his reactions i could find the reminder to wake me up from my amnesia. when our eyes met today, i was again present to the world that i came from. i wanted to say thank you, and the words never came out."
i forget a lot!
i need a muse to remind me, and i need a monk just to be!
