Emilie's Email - Last Production Night

Dear Mike Brown:

This is what you should do next year.Take big peice s ofrb ristol board. Tape them to the windows of the WLUSP office. Give ppl markers to write cool quoates on the paper when they walk by dunk. Take the bristol baord down q

My ass is falling out of my pants.

What at great idea!!!

There it is, laid out in front of me -
a long, thick and very obvious line.
And I know that if I cross it, there's no turning back...I know.
I know that beyond this line is just another. And another.
Be strong, I tell myself. This line is a boundary.
But I have never known any boundaries before.
I dip my finger in and taste it.
I think to myself: I have too many feelings. I don't need them all.
There is no barbed wire here.
There are no men with guns. No electric gates.
Just one small line -
A line that is impermeable to fear and pain,
A line that separates feeling from not giving a shit.
I could leap over it and land on my feet.
But what if I can't get back in?
My lips and tongue are already numb.
I want to throw my whole body in.
But I hold my breath
and remember the last time I was this stupid,
I recall that pain, like me, knows no boundaries.
I hold my breath...and I blow the line away.
I will find other fences to climb.

I'll pry if I want to

I just wanted to share my thoughts on "talking about things."

In this strange and noisy planet, we're all actually very silent.

I have noticed that a lot of people are reluctant to leave their comfort zones when it comes to talking about the things that are important. Too often important issues in our lives are swept under carpets, overshadowed by superficial topics that are much more palatable.

Prying is so terribly underated. Today we live in a world where we're taught to be polite and worry about ourselves instead of others. Mind your own business. Don't push. Don't pry. Don't ask questions.

I really think it is the things we don't say that isolate each and every one of us in this place, when we could all be so much better connected.

So I would encourage everyone to ignore whatever silly custom or fear that is inhibiting you from following your instinct to care. Ask somebody "how are you," and don't let the conversation end when they say "oh, I'm fine."