I know this room, I've walked this floor." (*)
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| "I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor." (*) |
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| When I was sixteen, I went to a Shakespearean summer camp. There was a focus on all aspects of acting, one of which being physical. To loosen up every day, the instructor told us to just walk around for a while. All the students began walking in a circle together. The instructor encouraged us to walk our own ways instead of following in a circle. I was the only one to take this advice. I walked wherever I wanted. The other students made jokes about conformity, self-reflexive humor about following the crowd. Cycles. This circle that perpetuates itself. A box is not as bad as a drinking glass. Falling into roles of lover, friend, lover, friend, lover, friend. The only way I know to leave the circle is to alienate myself from that person. I have not spoken to Adam in more than a year. I know that if I re-enter his life, the Karmic wheel will resume, and I will again become the person I was at fifteen. Though aware of them, I am not ready to break these other circles. A break in a circle is a break in myself. | ||||