{"id":1943,"date":"2006-10-02T11:47:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-02T11:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/10\/02\/im-still-processing-photos-from-before-my-camera-was-stolen-it-feels-like-im-lying\/"},"modified":"2006-10-02T11:47:00","modified_gmt":"2006-10-02T11:47:00","slug":"im-still-processing-photos-from-before-my-camera-was-stolen-it-feels-like-im-lying","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/10\/02\/im-still-processing-photos-from-before-my-camera-was-stolen-it-feels-like-im-lying\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m still processing photos from before my camera was stolen, it feels like I’m lying"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Let’s all give a big hand to Neal Stephenson<\/a> for forecasting Reverand Wayne’s Pearly Gates Franchaise<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I want you all to come to the Moon Festival.<\/a> Saturday I thought I had rehearsal, but instead of explaining how to safely set fire to things, I ended up arranging and directing the choreography, making it my own show. <\/p>\n

I have another class to teach today, (they’ve put me in charge of a team of maybe twenty people), which is something I appreciate saying. It feels right<\/i>. I’m trying to get ahold of myself, like I’m calling through lines that have been torn down in a wind storm. The power lines outside look dead and brown and organic. (Leftover’s from a childhood memory of nightmare). Something this appropriate is grounding. I start to feel like I understand all the people who try to tell me that one day I’ll be famous.<\/a><\/p>\n

Saturday morning was strange for me. The clouds erased any city farther away than three blocks, emphasizing the Twilight Zone feeling of disconnectedness that I woke with. The only sounds were those I made and the traffic two blocks away. If I closed my eyes, I wasn’t around to talk to, like a crumpled piece of paper thrown into a fire, the same interpretation of the world that led me to try and walk off the edge of the city when I was younger, out into the dark of nothing in particular. I think of once where I meant to go to work and found myself in Victoria instead. Taking busses at random brought me to the ferry terminal and then in a line-up, then on another bus. My wings were too small to fly, I guess, so I skimmed above the ground, going where other people were going, losing individuality in Brownian motion. Not one person said a word to me that entire day. I was cut off, a few hundred miles didn’t matter. The temporal world had nothing to do with me. Postal service lyrics: “I was the one worth leaving.”<\/p>\n

Listen to the The Culprits<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Let’s all give a big hand to Neal Stephenson for forecasting Reverand Wayne’s Pearly Gates Franchaise. I want you all to come to the Moon Festival. Saturday I thought I had rehearsal, but instead of explaining how to safely set fire to things, I ended up arranging and directing the choreography, making it my own … Continue reading “I’m still processing photos from before my camera was stolen, it feels like I’m lying”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[903,904,332],"class_list":["post-1943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-disconnected","tag-moon-festival","tag-pyro"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1943"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}