Blog #5 - An Unexpected Visitor
After spending hours digging around in the soggy remnants of what was once an art exhibit worthy, wall-wide collection of interactions, I had finally managed to save a few photos and stories and placed them in a box in the top of my closet. Even though everything I had been working on for the past year was completely destroyed, I couldn’t help but try to save it. It was my challenge and goal to meet someone everyday and I pushed myself to do it so that I could slowly escape the confines of the box I had put myself in. That was all gone now, and with it, my sense of self. Somehow, through all of these complete strangers, I found a piece of myself in each of them. I stared blankly at the emptiness of the demolished wall before realizing George was standing in my doorway, not registering that I had left it open when I entered. “Hey Cleo, I’m rounding up people still in the building to go to the library. There’s supposed to be some kind of event there, might be a ...