It’s all quiet here now…
This place where most young people come to discover their freedom.
One by one , they are packing home.
They are leaving the life these structures … these tall elegant buildings with a hive of rooms.. offered … the many enclosed and open spaces … it’s hard for anyone to forget … it’s all good stuff.
I am leaving too … and I know I am going to miss a lot. ..
I don’t exactly know what, but I know it’s not going to be my independence , bcos I’ve had it ever since I could remember.
Perhaps it would be the feeling of observing all these other young people …
The verve of life alive …
The young women finding themselves … defining themselves … exploring their sexuality … through clothes … through cliques … through relations with girls and with boys…
And the young men ….
Coming to terms with Loneliness
The going away of things
In the end
I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
Fear of Forgetting
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.