Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-24 12:20:02.639 -0600
Observation
You have always felt like an alien
the witness marionetting your memories in real-time
collective chaos churning history thru the wash cycle
the cost of living
the pain you chase is everywhere
the scent of a trauma bond
carries us to its essence
we seek what we do not have
we destroy what we don’t understand
Grief & gratitude
Feast & famine
Illusion & truth
My namesake, you are all of these things and more
you feel all of it for me, my phantom limb
Gave you my nose to keep
dynasties waiting inside it
Response 1
Perception
the gift and the curse.
We are judged on what we know and we are blinded by what we don’t. naivety redeemed by its tuition
This bounty comes at a cost. an eye for an eye
a second chance
Thank you, Seer.
Response 2
I see your light.
I too have been lost in isolation. Lost and gained my voice too many times to count.
Know this: your healing is constant even when it’s not evident.
You are worthy. You are whole. You are enough.
- Your friend, mask neighbor 583
Response 3
They are not “greater men” because they don the mask, they are mired in matter, wrestling with ignorance and unbelief like Gibran.
Poet, I see every wrinkle on your face, I hear the echo behind your eyes, stark, bare. You are no mistake. You're the host.
Revision
My dear uncle. The accident that paralyzed you left a lineage of trauma in its wake.
ورثت اسمك
ورثت ديونك
and it set me free.
