if you've never met me before my name's miles. i'm 22 right now, about to go into my senior year at emerson college for theater and performance. right now i live in East Boston, Massachusetts, which is land where the Wôpanâak and Pawtucket indigenous tribes used to live. (https://native-land.ca/)
i'm an improviser mainly ~lol~, and that currently takes shape as acting, music, moving, writing, and painting
i still don't really know "what's going on" or "what to do," but i did recently figure out why i like having my window open so much,
" 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
letting the air do what it will with my bed
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
once the sun rises
once it’s not 20 degrees
milk my room
intertwine with everything that’s mine
you make me not feel like there’s not a ‘mine’
i don’t ‘own’ anything
i belong to you as much as you belong to me
so all of my books are you
and all of your wind is me
o’ to be breezy
o’ to be breezy :)
hahahahahahahaha i really fuck with having my door open
i think the more naturalized my existence can be the better
the more nature i can be attuned to,
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
i love nature
i love the everything that’s always happening around me
the quintillions of reactions
i love that plane of existence
i feel it….
if all the strings spun off,
all the tethered unwinds
if the walls of the box could fall to the ground,
what shape would the inside of your box be?
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 just 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 walls fall….
when my air can breathe….
could expand or remain,
melt or constrict,
could become jagged,
or a single dot.....
oh crybaby, a single dot
i could be a single dot if i wanted to
and i could expand to the infinity universe the second after
with the walls of the box fallen
when there’s no way i have to be
when i can be whoever i wanna be, baby
fr fr just like who are you when you have absolutely no one that you have to be….
that’s just like really interesting to me
i LOVE finding out the things that i’m magnetized towards
the things i find the cosmos in….
i find the cosmos….
i leave my window open when i can.