Yesterday, my girlfriend read your pages out loud, and it made me feel weird, as if it wasn't me that was talking, as if the slippers I was wearing were not my own.
My mind pondered, “Shit, did I ask myself that many questions in the past? It's incredible how I've changed in a year and a half.”
In the past, when I used to watch a scene or write about a subject, I had many questions in my mind, for example, if I saw a dog bark, I would think “Where is his master? Does the dog like his master? When the dog farts, does his master laugh, or tell him to go away? Does he try to show off? Is he homosexual?”
Now, when I see a dog bark, I think “Cool”, as if I didn't care. What changed? I feel like I live life more in first person mode now. I think of my girlfriend, my work, my camera, more about physical things than mental things. Is it better? I don't really know, all I know is that yesterday permitted me to say hello to past-me again.
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