In four days I go thousands of miles away and in this space my emotions have been reduced to tiny objects. My belongings are reduced to tiny objects, all so incontrovertably small but all of such importance that they reduce my trip to meaning. I don't have a memory card for my very large beautiful camera. One large beautiful camera, one tiny square of silicon that catches all the pictures. Many people I want to see and express love to before I leave to a tiny rectange on a map, many shapes of people that become names on a tiny notepad reminding me to contact them. Tiny words for large emotions that rule such a short space of time; a week. A week of anxiety and excitement that spirals in a tiny internal organ called the stomach.
Emotions that become little squares on a rubix cube, they fit in when there is time for them and when there isn't, i turn the layers to fit right again. If you want to see lovely person x on y day, and z emotion conflicts with that and turns lovely day into insert strange panic attack reason here: _______ day, then rearrange variables and try again. There is no time for sluggish personality complex when your time is a vessel to deliver you to place with unseen images. And I am one more stumbling short limbed creature who will take tiny steps to get to a very large place.
On New Years Eve, I prepped myself for 2009 by being surrounded by nearly all foreigners in Chop Suey for Bollywood New Years party. Over 600 bronzed and beaming Indians poured in to celebrate the turning of the year though henna, bindi's, belly dancers, butt grabbing and more fun things starting with B I'm sure. Here are some pictures of the incident.