The blue-eyed Stranger and the Strange Blonde
|(Shit)Ithaca - September, 2018|
Remember that dream I started this post with? I decided to tell my therapist about that dream. I told her about those haunting blue eyes, those chaotic skies, those waves. Few weeks later, a friend who had been doing therapy since he was 13 told me that sharing my dream with my therapist was a bad idea. He said, "therapists go crazy after dreams! They fucking love dreams! That's all their pedagogy is about". I think something shifted when I told her about this dream. I could see her eyes light up. Looking into her eyes, I knew what she was thinking. Like she had figured something out...about me. "So this blue eyed man symbolizes something which you are not.....something which you can not have". Forgive me but I must give one more context here (sorry! I can't help with 'contexts') - we had also spoken a lot about blue eyed people in (Shit)Ithaca and what that meant for whiteness of/within (Shit)Ithaca. She made that statement and wondered what I thought of it.
(Shit) Ithaca - February 2019