Paperclip

To encapsulate the idea of how I was when I was younger I thought I would show how much I would try constantly to have conversations with random things. Every day I would try to find an inanimate object to have a conversation with. Two sisters and only one boy, being me, it was hard not to be desperate for a friend. This is literally how my conversations would be.

Me: Paper Clip?
PC: Yea?
Me: Is that your real name?
PC: No, it's Jacob
Me: How did you get that name?
J: Theres never a reason why I asked myself that before. Maybe I was born with it.
Me: So, what should I do today?
J: Maybe you should visit your grandfather?
Me: Im afraid I've disappointed him.
J: Why would you have disappointed him?
Me: Im not sure, everyone seems to be angry at me.
J: Im not angry with you.
Me: Thank you, Jacob. Will you always be my friend?
J: I don't see why we wouldn't continue being friends. I can't go to church on Sunday though.
Me: I don't enjoy church neither.
J: I mean, I CANT, Im Jewish.
Me: Since when?
J: Since I remembered you go to church.
Me: Well, should we do something fun today?
J: I say we do something outside.
Me: But I can't even cross the street without getting into trouble.
J: You can blame it on me.


Like I mentioned, this is typically a conversation with an inanimate object I would carry. The conversations were always an outlet to talk about things in my life which I couldn't really with anybody. My friends would also allow myself to have adventures I couldn't brave myself.

Without the vital organ.

For this project it has taken me longer than expected. I knew what to do on the other ones, but how do you create something thats not there. Or, at least, something your not sure is there. The answer: you see sideways. I had only one idea, to spend time without sight.

On a free night, I went out into the nearby school's lawn and sat with my eyes closed. I didn't sit for a few minutes. My plan was to sit for an hour, in complete and utter observance. Observance without sight. My original plan was an hour, to begin at 8:00 and end at 9:00pm. The time I ended up checking the time was 9:45pm.

I ignored all uncomfortable feelings while sitting on a cement slab, and I ignored anything which might disrupt my true intentions. I will now put into words in a non-structured, structured pattern of what I went through.

A simple sound I didn't hear before, now the only one in my ear

Other sounds seem to speak back to the first.

Then the crickets, then the wind

The grass against my bare feet now seem violent; before, smooth paths

We are friction against this earth,

The hard stitch of velcro to the nice other half.

Natural sounds speak to each other, the disruption is a highway

Despicable, unorganic sounds, satan's true children

Then the birds speak, then wind makes a sound

A loud unorganic make speaks, the organic is silent

Religion is the earth, we are the opposition

I am far away now from my body, I am speaking with the sounds

Nothing is silent, nothing is real without meaning

It's rare of me to dare to be organic

My eyes fill, they open.

After I opened my eyes, I know part of me had grown. Part of me didn't really want to deal with how I felt. Maybe its vision which allows us to ignore the beauty which causes us to believe its mundane. I can't imagine, nor do I wan't to, where this world will be as our sight takes away our other senses.

If I could give advice on how to live, I would say live life with your eyes closed.

MoreThanSuprise

Why not get down on one knee...and end all of the suffering.