miles millikan
he/they
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
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
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
so all of my books are you
and all of your wind is me
o’ to be breezy
o’ to be breezy :)
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
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?
…..
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!
when all the walls fall,
when the shape could be anything,
i could expand to the infinity universe the second after
…..
wow
i could
could be whoever i wanna be, baby
;)
DAMN!
.......
DAMN!
.......
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….
i guess….
i’ve learned
i find the cosmos….
in nature
:)
so.....
i leave my window open
when i can.