As I was falling asleep last night I was contemplating your idea of shedding ourselves completely and starting anew. A number of years ago I drove to Johnson City. It has since become a thing, an idea, a verb. In my photography days I came across a pickup truck from the 30's. I took an entire roll with that subject. One shot in particular earned a printing, the title of the photograph was "johnson city". Small towns make me think about shucking myself and picking out a new identity. Maybe even give myself a new accent to create some mystery about me. "Have you met the new tennant over off of MainSt? I hear she just moved here from _______". Getting lost in a big city is more obvious, I like the challenge of a small town. I do think however my true self would eventually emerge, as would yours. Johnson City is out there and not going anhywhere, as are my deep seated views of how I should look.
I am in a reading lull at the moment but this came across my lap last night and made me think of you:
"Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along,
You'll start happening too."
Dr. Seuss
