I increasingly feel like I’ve lost the ability to have an outsider’s view of this place. How does one keep their perspective fresh to an outside reader and do it in an appropriate variety of styles?
More and more the unique perspectives are coming from others. There is a shift towards more active listening, listening to comments from friends and family, reflective on myself, their lives, their intentions, and their hopes.
Here are a few of those reflections spanning a range of emotions.
“Todd, you are usually impossible to read. You tend to hide things well.”
“It was weird being home, trying to be the person she thought I was before I left for Gambia. But I’m just not anymore, I’m not.”
“I never realized how much of a role we were playing as cultural ambassadors. When my parents were visiting my village, this was obvious. Everyone has a better view of Americans because of my actions living with them.”
“In village I can’t even begin to turn on my brain for that kind of work. Have you ever considered editing writing as a profession?”
“So let’s say I wanted to switch my house to a completely solar set up, totally self sufficient. What kind of money are we talking about?”
“No, no, no. You see what she doesn’t know is that as a bachelor I used to cook all sorts of things for myself. If one can go to the market alone, why should they not be able to cook for themselves?”
“That boy, he was truly talented with his hands. He learned how to do woodworking quicker than any of my other students, but he just couldn’t get serious. I had to tell him to go.”
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