Homoiousia

The Silver Leaf Journal

I see you across the rooftops,
I watch you every night
and wonder:
Do you ever watch me
watching you?
I wonder, too,
about your life,
what it’s like to get up
each morning
in that room–
your room–
to wake into you.

I catch glimpses as you pass
between the windows
and I wonder what you think about
as you dress
and prepare for your day.
And then you disappear
until the night.

Hours later, I see you again
and wonder:
how did your day go,
and what is that book in your hand,
what are you watching
and who are you talking to?
I imagine you as a serious character
so when I see you laugh,
I wonder why.

The window of a house
seen across the rooftops
offers such a narrow glimpse into a life
so that I don’t think I would recognize you
If I met you on…

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So what’s your art?

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Yes of course, this is a normal question to ask a person you just met. I still recall doubting if I heard this right—hard to hear above the cacophony of clanging cymbals and people who were either singing along or screaming in each other’s ears…couldn’t tell. Yeah clearly, this was my “scene.”

I had just begun dating a musician at the time and this was all rather intimidating. Usually I just prepare a cute, little outfit. But this didn’t just feel like a date. It was a test, one that I had to pass!! I even primed myself for conversations that start with, “So Chelo, who are your top 5 creative influences? Alive or dead.” No idea why I was prepping for a Pulp interview but nevertheless, I knew I had my biting wit as my resbak. (They’ve done studies you know. 60% of the time, it works every time.) But of course, I get…

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The Risks of Reminiscing

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Everyone enjoys taking the trip down memory lane. While it’s usually a rocky one, the Internet gods have again, generously provided us with shortcuts: #TBT and #FBF (which, by the way, is just a lame excuse for those who forgot to post the day before), the trusty Timehop app, and there’s always the good ol’ manual approach of digging up Facebook photos. There’s a whole treasure trove of memories online; there are some that perhaps we’ve misplaced, can’t seem to place, or just desperately want to replace.

When Multiply first announced its closing, everyone freaked out like the world was going to end. To be fair, it really was the end of a world, one of handy dandy “digicams” and over-“uploading” of photos. There are just too many mems (pardon the term) that we refuse to let go of. But this brings us to a more important question: Should we just let go…

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