Following up on a previous iteration...
Why are you here, why this city, why this program, why this [insert variable] etcetera...questions posed often to me lately as variations on: peaceful inquisition, niceties of making acquaintance that constitute, nonetheless, a prodding…undergirded by, further thoughts of, why did you not stay in the place where you are from, which must be so much more [adjective]...where, well, wouldn't you be happier wait why weren't you happy there, versus here where...Anything might happen
or may very well not.
and I respond, in turn, by indicating that here there is indeed A Lot to do, I enumerate this Lot, I give different versions of it in explanation, I am always tripping over reasons, descriptions to explain Myself, adding that, where I am from there is really too much, a gauche too muchness of yes, things to see but primarily, ways to be seen, involving an exaggerated straining to the point where they became, for me, ways to Not be seen, or maybe I even say, if I am feeling especially proximate and confessional, where I am from I was never seen as myself, somehow it is easier to be Other here than it was back there to be myself, isn't that funny...ha ha.
In these exchanges are questions inside questions and answers inside answers and all concern the vagaries of belonging and the presumptions we have around the state of...what it looks like to embrace and to partake of a place without a definitive pre-concept for how your budding relations will culminate; to be, still, Discovery Mode-ing and to anchor in this openness with a cool trust in the eventuality of a desired outcome. And with, too, a basic will-to-adventure and to being lost and pointed at, having to continuously re-remember your direction and arriving at the gates, towering or squat, to rap on the doorless window or is it a windowless door, hoping to be let in and to get to work.
In this empirics we have the knowledge, too, that doubt is co-creative, hence Doubting Thomas, hence their rhetorical fingers in my wounds, hence mine in theirs, for it must be an aspect of me that has materialized, or made myself susceptible to, "doubting" discussions, perhaps as to maintain one foot out (back home, back there), or one foot in the reflective, the hypothetical...if the judgements of the external world are designed to activate your self judgements (matching pictures), and to get to you as they accumulate, a barrage, all at once, it remains that only you determine their relevance. I have had other travels, moves that defied logic or convention but after a while since, and resting in the assuredness of origin in between, the Justification game again needs some adjusting to...I had forgotten this form of self-definition instantiated by clawing at territorial validity, by claiming one's Right to be transiting existence in general, to be at school on earth, earth-school, taking notes.
images: Maria Schneider in The Passenger (1975).
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