My favorite creatures: nudibranches, jellyfish, my cat, all cats, all dogs, my mom and many more.
My favorite aesthetic: water movement
My favorite thing to do when stressed with the world: hike or bike ride
My favorite colors: earth tones
I'm Miriam and I love to making textile pieces and listening to obscure instrumental music. I love to crochet, embroider, weave, and work with wool. I enjoy writing autobiographical stories, spending time with my family and friends, and also being around bodies of water. At times I get stressed out, but it's nice to come home to my loving pets at the end of the day.
Surprisingly, after the group of men get hammered, take loads of drugs and have a fight that leads to two characters leaving, the main character (and the only actual person acting) starts to get to the core of his fears.
On stage, the women danced in beautiful traditional Mexican dresses. I sat mesmerized by the rhythmic swirls of the dress and by the stomping of the shoes.
Miriam: "So someone definitely got murdered in that scene right?"
Sophia: "Oh yeah for suree."
It has been two years since I've seen signs from the spiritual realm and I wondered if the buzzing inside me was me reconnecting to that world.
The smell of spices and onions filled the room.
She began her story of Kibbeh.
Maybe I was looking for a life lesson about relationships or maybe I had the impression that an older woman entering the dating scene would somehow know how to navigate it more than I do at my age...
The moment I walked in, I was asked for my name. "Miriam," I said shyly and ducked past the spotlight into the first aisle.
I started getting really excited when they started mentioning conspiracies. I had to hold back the whole time from screaming "YESSS EXACTLY!" I spent most of my time wondering if they were acting as themselves, because all I wanted to do was have an in depth conversation with them.
I've missed the psychology classes I used to take. I've missed hearing the terminologies and the reality that humans are in fact not perfect, but are so skilled are hiding their inner struggles.
As the play began to unfold, I found myself constantly second guessing the play's reality. Did the protagonist have schizophrenia? Wow, I can't believe he killed his boyfriend. Wait his boyfriend's not dead? Wait his girlfriend is dead? Who are the other people in his head? Did he really meet that crazy woman in the woods or did he imagine it? Was that crazy woman really his mom?