It was one of our projects to photograph and piece an image that we could have taken/ would take in the future. I thought what I had in mind was pretty abstract and at that point in time I really didn’t understand what my brain was led into believing. So last night I sat in front of our toilet in between both our wardrobes and looked in 4 different ways which I would have for my family. I wasn’t exactly trying to piece out a smile, I didn’t. It felt like I was morphed, solemn, then the last I kind of smiled.
I miss my mom. I called her after school today and she showed me my room. She said, “Look, here’s your room. It’s so neat." That moment tears welled in my eyes, and I thought how home sick I was - Home sick alien, a song off my roommate’s playlist. My sister has officially moved into hall and I’m returning home with an empty room, and an empty bed. I miss Juju, and I miss being hugged and comforted.
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’ most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to earth, the more real and truthful they become. Milan Kundera.