One of my favorite artists collaborated with an author so I went to the book publishing reading and talk. Despite sharing many connections with these people I feel so distant from their experience. There is no resonance. If anything I only observed the vast difference between their experiences and mine, where there are parallel struggles but almost repelling from each other when put into comparison.
Once again I feel foreign in this place.
The fiddle fig leaf (that is a tattoo on my arm) has been struggling for a while. I decided to put it outside, where the conditions are perhaps more agreeable towards her.
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