lucid blog
During a lecture on epic poetry like the Mahābhārata and Iliad in my first year of college, my professor said, “When the whole world dies, even when brick and mortar is destroyed, memory survives. It survives and lives on in generations to come. And literature carries that memory. All your geography, your economics, your psychology, they’re all based on the memory of man, passed down generations after generations. These epic poems and literature we are studying right now is to remind us that we too will be memories one day. And therefore, let us be good memories” and I think a piece of this lecture will live on in me wherever I go.
“Had my silence really been a silence, or a loud voice that is mute?”
Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
who are you when you are not watching tv or movies? when you aren't playing video games or reading a book or fanfiction or listening to music or whatever other kind of media that you engage with? who are you when your mind isn't in another world or story, when you are forced to sit with yourself and the only experience you have is your own sensorial life? can you define yourself outside of what you consume? who is that person? do you like them? can you bear it? can you bear it?
these are value-neutral questions and i am not inherently implying anything in them. what you read into it is for you to decide. consider why your immediate reaction to being asked who you are outside of the tv shows you watch is to become defensive or angry or uncomfortable. what might that say about how you feel about your life? why are you reading judgement into my questions? your answers are not for me, they are for you. do with them what you wish.
good days and bad days. but bad days are really bad