OK. I can’t watch this video. I tried. But I had to press stop after the first sentence.
All this time, I was happy with the memory of that feeling I had stepping off the stage. Relief. Thanks the gods, I pulled it off.
Now I know I messed up THE SECOND WORD. Pretty significant mistake. I don’t want to know how many more I made.
We’re not supposed to see ourselves like this — from the outside, from across the room? I get that same queasy feeling sometimes while driving down the highway at high speed — our bodies weren’t meant to go this fast.
I can’t watch it. But you can, if you want. I never did get around to posting the text of the story. Maybe I still will. Contrary to the point of the event, I think it reads better on the page.
May 29, 2012 at 3:02 pm
I watched your story again this morning, and it was really, really good. I was pulled into the world of your nineteen year old self all over again and it was awesome.