6/24/10
6/21/10
6/20/10
ideas for a future time:
1. meet in the middle of a bridge in the still of the night.
2. collect thoughts you overhear on the subway one afternoon from one end of the city to the other.
3. cut your hair and grow it back.
4. bury reminders of heartache in the backyard.
5. carry post-dated letters with you at all times.
6. stay away, and then reunite with someone in an embrace.
7. love a garden with all your heart.
8. ride your bike through lonely places, keep going.
9. pick flowers as reminders of a time of day.
10. make friends with the past.
11. watch the sunrise from your bedroom, and someone else's.
12. hold hands with someone amazing.
13. leave footprints in an unvisited place for future reference.
14. stand in the same place where your mother first fell in love.
1. meet in the middle of a bridge in the still of the night.
2. collect thoughts you overhear on the subway one afternoon from one end of the city to the other.
3. cut your hair and grow it back.
4. bury reminders of heartache in the backyard.
5. carry post-dated letters with you at all times.
6. stay away, and then reunite with someone in an embrace.
7. love a garden with all your heart.
8. ride your bike through lonely places, keep going.
9. pick flowers as reminders of a time of day.
10. make friends with the past.
11. watch the sunrise from your bedroom, and someone else's.
12. hold hands with someone amazing.
13. leave footprints in an unvisited place for future reference.
14. stand in the same place where your mother first fell in love.
6/19/10
6/18/10
6/16/10
6/14/10
6/10/10
6/8/10
6/7/10
"forget it"
i took you to see one of my favourite artworks. i had told you about all the times i would go there by myself to see it. i would go in sadness, in stillness, with hopelessness, with hopefulness. i haven't been to see it in a while, since the time we went there together. i'm not sure if i want to go see it now. i'm not sure if you recall the same afternoon, or if you separate the time and place from being there with me. it's funny how art takes on different sentiments in time, creating the impossibility of ever really 'forgetting'. it makes me sick to my stomach now to think about being there with you, in a place where i so very much went to think about anything but you. i think that's called an 'invisible memory', when something is so completely affecting for one person alone, while going unnoticed to any others. i can feel a million miles away from you right now, and still not feel that far at all.
forget it, yoko ono, 1988, as part of the AGO's permanent collection.
forget it, yoko ono, 1988, as part of the AGO's permanent collection.
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