Friday, 23 February 2018



























































more boring questions















Me to Her:
(Haven't seen Her in 2 weeks)

I still really don't have any idea what to call you.
Still havent figured that out. Weird how I'm still
Letting a name characterize you. But that's the 400
Year old question: what's in a name?










(hashtag: art of talking to strangers)














































1.  I just think She's one of those girls. You know the ones. I think She likes letting people go just so She can try & get them back. I think that's Her favourite type of office work.

2. Why do we need reason? Any reasonable decision I've ever made has never worked out. My most well thought out plans never seem to play out the way I imagine.

We need reason, She answers arrogant as ever, we need reason because we're all victims. We need a story to tell ourselves. We need to reason it out, justify it, explain it. We all want to be in control of our suffering.

3. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

































Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Plainsong to Plangent to Polyphony















When your hand & your heart are strangers
A creative vibration to close one's eyes & lips.
I am borrowed breath.
The less I am
The more I gain.
Missed my stop.
Got time to kill.
Riding the rails
Since 17.
What madness
We agreed to take on.
A mid winter fleece.
Divorced
From the
What if
Mind.
Impassioned
For union.
Risking
Adventure.
Want to
Hear
From
You
Even
If
It's
In
My own
Words.
Miss my surfboard
My snowboard
My bicycle
Miss skydiving season
& travelling like mad.
Pedaling wakefulness
In this unclocked space.





























































Tuesday, 20 February 2018























































CAN YOU PLEASE WEAR THAT DRESS AGAIN?

WHICH DRESS?

YOU KNOW THE ONE 
YOUR BOYFRIEND GAVE YOU?
YEAH COULD YOU WEAR IT FOR ME
TOMORROW?





















































































































I: I think we're the same person.

Her: That's not really what I was going for.





























































































Monday, 19 February 2018











































"Anyone who knows God can't describe Him.
 Anyone who can describe Him doesn't know God."





































































































































"Oh god.
Not another ritual.
Not another invocation.

I can't stand to write anymore about my relationship with him.
I have dozens of diaries full of notes of our conversations, which
I never bother to reread. Since our first meeting in Amsterdam, I
Have learned & unlearned how to live hundreds of times. Whenever
He teaches me something new, I think that perhaps this will be the
Last step required to reach the top of the mountain, the note that
Justifies a whole symphony, the word that sums up an entire book.
I go through a period of euphoria, which gradually dissipates.
Some things stay forever, but most of our exercises, practices, and
Teachings end up disappearing down a black hole... I do not want to
Be one with the Universe today, I just want the man beside me to
Give me the answers I need."





















































Saturday, 17 February 2018






















ANYTHING THAT PULLS BACK
THE VEILS FROM THAT
WHICH IS NORMALLY 
HIDDEN
IS
VERY APPEALING 
RIGHT NOW.




THERE IS PLENTY OF PLEASURING
TO BE DONE.




READY TO UNRAVEL THIS MYSTERY
BUT VERY SUSCEPTIBLE
TO A SMOOTH TALKER'S CHARM.



A SOUL BARING CONVERSATION.
MAY NOT LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO HEAR.































































































































She's always so interesting, She's actually boring.



















Anonymous Him
to me

I'm headed up north on Tuesday, you free Monday?




<Bruna.diletta@gmail.com>
to Anonymous 

Ideally, yes.
Realistically...

That's another story.



Anonymous Him
to me




It's a good thing I'm an idealist.



<Bruna.diletta@gmail.com>
to Anonymous 



It's fun pretending that you're not anonymous.
It's fun pretending that you are.

Today was a good day.

Did you have fun today?



Anonymous Him
to me

I did.

Anonymity is interesting that way.
I could be anyone you see day to day
or a random person who winks at you
on the subway.

Today was a fun day as Friday's tend to be. 




<Bruna.diletta@gmail.com>
to Anonymous 


Realistically,
We both know you're neither one of those characters now.

But to keep this story going...
I could be the girl who means nothing to you.
The girl you said goodbye to.

& that's OK.


Everybody has a Somebody.
Yet, Everybody needs a Nobody.
Makes it easier for us to be Anybody.

Who were you today?



Sincerely,
Your New Nobody




Anonymous Him
to me


Realistically speaking - of course not, at least not yet.
But it seems you've forgotten, I'm an idealist.

I enjoy the anonymity, it's not something that many people are able to indulge in through their day to day. It also allows for interesting relations.

Today I was a different person than I was yesterday, and I expect the same tomorrow, and so on so forth. Care to share who you were today?



Sincerely,
Your anonymous Somebody




<Bruna.diletta@gmail.com>
to Anonymous 

I was an everyday girl today.
(It's easy to be an everyday girl on a Monday)

I was an everyday girl who woke up to a bad dream.
(Actually, not metaphorically.)

But the song of the day was a hit & the coffee was fresh.
(It's easy to dance away bad dreams with good tunes & high hopes)

A different person than you were yesterday & will be tomorrow? Lucky guy.
Does that make you repetitively, personally, self-anonymous?

A self-invoking function capable of executing action without cluttering
the global namespace?

Sounds soul defining. Sounds like total freedom.
(See I can be an idealist too)


Anonymous Him
to me



Repetitively, personally, self- anonymous- clever girl.

Of course, if I am always a different rendition of myself there's going to be a version of this ever-changing, 
yet anonymous person now in your life that is intriguing you -whoever you may be.

The leather pants, bikini and make out loving blog writer -who really are you?

A shy girl, living out her thoughts through blog posts?
Or maybe a not so shy girl, writing about her life story - or hopes for her life story.

Looking forward to hearing from you.




<Bruna.diletta@gmail.com>
to Anonymous 



You don't need to be a mystery to intrigue me Sir.

Years of random ramblings & cheap alliterations
all discounted on account of one sexy sentence.

If we are what we repetitively do, what we repetitively wear...

I'm a wildly creative note taker, who regularly makes poor spelling mistakes,
& doesn't really know when or how her story lines will end. But you know, not really.



































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