affecting people
its strange finding out you have an affect on people. that yes possibly you
might be changing their lives in some small way. recently. back in albany.
meeting people again. people i dont remember. but they remember me. a poem
i read at a poetry reading a year ago. a postcard i gave someone at the
abyss. back when it was still open. when i gave random things to random
people. like the woman in new orleans. who recognised me from a year and a
half before. when i gave her an excerpt of this book. on some cut apart
piece of paper. telling me she still has it up on her wall. she framed the
postcard.
it feels strange having people notice you. remember you. and having the things
you did to inspire people. actually doing that. the acknowledgment of ones
own existence. its what actors thrive on. ive never really had that from
strangers before. its a strange and sometimes scary feeling. knowing someones
watching (and remembering)...
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