Storyboard
For a time he documented his facial expressions.
He arranged the photographs on a storyboard.
With his finger he traced pathways through fields of possibilities.
Guiding himself with a hand mirror, he mimed the resulting sequences
and waited for something to fill the blank spaces behind.
But somehow there was no learning.
He thought: Perhaps someone else is narrating my life.
Love this--it resembles, to me, the sadness in a person whose facial masking keeps others from identifying with them or perceiving them as normal. Which makes me sad--when someone just wants to be seen as normal and accepted--so this action of hand mirror sequences, for this narrator, it breaks my heart. Nice work. H
thanks for the reading heather. i like your view of the piece. for me it's less existential & more about the actions themselves. but maybe that's just a way of thinking about these pieces that lets me write them. i don't explicitly anticipate meanings. that enters in the editing, and then bent around by the segments i'm working with. i'm really interested in how folk interpret these things, but i don't really care about the possibilities as i'm making them. at least not consciously.
everything's an adventure.
the narrator's disconnect here is a thing of beauty.
well done!