Words involve a tethering action. Once they are there, they are there. Hard little pebbles. Free to be selected, picked up, rearranged and misunderstood, cemented in place in unintended patterns. I worry about misunderstandings. I worry about flattening meanings, oversimplifying, losing the magic of possibility, about tying myself down to one thing, about being understandable.
Clothes are easier to control. They go on and come off. They suggest but don't tell. There's no permanence. And you can adjust them as needed, to accommodate life wherever you land, like New York City, spring 2010.
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