
Entry 001 · Journal
Slowly,
Then All at Once
On the woman who was already there.
Nobody saw the years. They saw one evening, a white dress that caught every light in the street, and decided it had happened overnight.
Funny how an overnight transformation usually takes years.
Playback could not start. Open the film.
Motion
The dress in motion. Handheld, close, the crystals doing what they do when you stop standing still.

I was not becoming someone else. I was noticing that the woman I had been becoming was already standing there, and that she looked happy.
Sometimes it happens slowly.
And sometimes, somehow, all at once.

Close
Composed. Straight on.
Nothing to prove.