Hi Stalkers of Ideas!
Who are you?
I love the idea that the elements of our bodies were forged in the furnaces of a million stars throughout the galaxy.
But what of our minds and souls?
I like to believe that whatever it is that makes us us is continuing to be forged in the crucible of our experiences.
A part of me was made at the rollerskating party I was invited to by my neighbor who hated me when I was nine—a party that my mother made me attend and that my neighbor’s mother had forced her son to invite me to. I did not know how to rollerskate, had never been rollerskating before, and spent the party playing arcade games in rollerskates, clutching to the machines so that I didn’t fall down and make fool of myself.
If I had to guess, most of my consciousness is made up of music. There has always been background music in my life. At the rollerskating party, I bounced my head to Michael Jackson’s Beat It while playing Ms. Pacman.
I hope that when I die, my essence lives on in the music and poems my loved ones associate with me.
Be the weird you want to see in the world!
Cheers,
Jason