miles millikan

hey!

my name's miles. i'm 23 right now, and I just graduated from Emerson College in theater and performance

 

right now i don't have a stable home - i'm gonna be wandering around for a bit. walk around barefoot.

i'm an improviser mainly ~lol~, and that's currently taking shape through music, moving, writing, and trying to figure out what's important and nourishing to fill a day//life with

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i still don't really know "what's going on," but i did recently figure out why i like having my window open so much,

so:

"                THAT’s why i like having my window open!!!              "

 

 

it makes my living space a part of nature,

in conversation with whatever’s happening outside

feels anti-imperialist

 

letting the air do what it will with my bed

my comforter

my couch

 

the only reason i want to be cut off from the outside weather dance

is if it’s dangerous

if it’s so cold or so hot that it’s dangerous

 

hahahahahah and thus i promptly enclose myself in a tight ass stone cocoon hahahahahaha

 

but damn,

once the sun rises

 

once it’s not 20 degrees

 

milk my room

nature,

intertwine with everything that’s mine

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you make me feel like there’s not a ‘mine’

i don’t ‘own’ anything

 

i belong to you as much as you belong to me

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so all of my books are you

and all of your wind is me

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o’ to be breezy

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o’ to be breezy :)

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so….yeah

hahahahahahahaha i really fuck with having my window open

 

i think the more naturalized my existence can be, the better

the more nature i can be attuned to,

the clearer

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the more i can resist this gross disconnection from nature

that all the technology and capitalism and racism and patriarchy are begging us to lean into

the better.

 

i love nature

i love the everything that’s always happening around me

the quintillions of reactions

explosions

coincidences

first times

 

i love that plane of existence

where the wanderer

the alchemist

the spirit

all live

all at once

 

i feel it….

do you….?

 

if all the strings spun away,

all the tethers unwound,

threads unfurling

 

if all the walls of the box fell to the ground,

what shape would the inside of your box be?

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that feels like the question i’m examining….

or the question i’ve been living inside of

for like 10 months hahahaha

honestly maybe 18….

 

i’ve changed so much in 18 months….

but the whole time i've been living and loving and honoring and moaning into the stretch

 

what’s the inside shape of my box….

when the inside can expand….

when my air can breathe….

 

when it could expand or remain,

melt or constrict,

when it could become jagged,

mountainous,

flat,

or a single dot.....

 

ugh

oh crybaby, a single dot

i could be a single dot if i wanted to!

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when all the walls fall,

when the shape could be anything,

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i could expand to the infinity universe the second after

 

…..

wow

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i could

 

could be whoever i wanna be, baby

;)

 

 

DAMN!

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DAMN!

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fr fr i just like, who are you when you have absolutely no one that you have to be….

that’s just really interesting to me

 

i LOVE finding out the things that we are magnetized towards

the things we find the cosmos in….

 

and….

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i guess….

 

i’ve learned

 

i find the cosmos….

 

in nature

:)

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so.....

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i leave my window open

when i can.