Dear Escapists,

There should be a word to describe worlds discovered beyond the edges of the known. Sometimes places in cities feel like that–streets we never go beyond until we do and discover neighborhoods were we could imagine ourselves living. For wanderlusters, foreign cultures are only exotic until they have gotten to know them. With relationships it’s no different. We seek the other, we seek without, and when we get it, it becomes familiar. Out has lead us straight back in, straight back to ourselves.

All transformations conform to the hourglass shape. Those who crave escape aim toward the crux but never cross it. Indeed, the attainment of desire may be a precipice no less fearful than the horizon line at the edge of the earth when people thought the world was flat. Escapists fear the line. Thus their world is flat. But the hero’s journey is to reach the horizon and discover what lies beyond it. To know that possession of one’s desires is not an endpoint but a catalyst. Dear escapists, know this: it is what you want.

Signed,

One who has crossed

Things I have learned from Werner Herzog

Face your subject dead on and then leave the camera on him or her after the interview is over. In doing so, Herzog gives the impression that he has taken the viewer backstage, outside of the boundaries of the interaction, where the subject’s true aspect is revealed. In the camera’s lingering, a subtle but intense transition occurs–a twitch in the cheek, a spontaneous statement or anecdote, or just a dead stare. The mask of presentation falls and we catch a glimpse of the soul.

Or so we are made to feel.

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Love is…

“Love is flying sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.” -Susan Sontag

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