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When I was younger, it felt like i could change reality if i dreamed hard enough,
At night, as i drift to sleep beneath the glow of liquid crystal,
My thoughts would culture and bead,
rolling from my eyes into the ocean of stars
And somewhere among those shining isles,
a pearl would drop,
And offer an escape from this isolation. -
What is "True Love"? It's a question that's been asked countless times, in countless ways, but the answer remains elusive.
I’ll tell you right now, i don’t know the answer.
I’ve never been in a traditional relationship, and to some that means i shouldn’t be here talking about things like true love or heartache or loss, because “what could he know?”
I spent the months asking myself that same question, “what do i know about true love?”
All I really know is what’s defined for me countless times in media and shown to me through thousands of different lenses: the meet cute, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, sweethearts, soulmates. a fairytale. a romance.
Driven by this passionate desire to frictionlessly connect with someone and integrate their life into your own. A magic so perfect it only happens once.
I spent those months on a quest to find a path through that riddle called love. In the end, I had to admit that there were problems with how I've been viewing love in our media-saturated world.
One Saturday evening I had a rare stroke of luck, meeting a group of friends with a beautiful inter-connection.
When we met, each had a story to share about their own journey for romance, but what we all discovered in the end was that there was another love there, too: the love of friendship, and family, and fraternity. And as each of them experienced bumps on the road, that love was the thing that kept them going.
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i remember when i was younger and my dad would sometimes let me play games on his phone.
looking back, the screen was tiny and the games were simple, but in the moment it also felt magical. i was completely engrossed and engaged and it was with something as simple as Solitaire.
this series reflects my journey to find that magic again…
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What is it like growing up as an African-American in Milwaukee?
Well… one of the first things I learned as a Black Person was that my identity and personhood would inevitably be attributed to the Dark Continent, Africa
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in 2017, i embarked on a 4-day roadtrip with my father.
we drove 2,700 miles from milwaukee, wisconsin to yellowstone national park and back…
