{"id":17388,"date":"2023-11-01T15:04:48","date_gmt":"2023-11-01T15:04:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/?p=17388"},"modified":"2023-12-07T20:10:32","modified_gmt":"2023-12-07T20:10:32","slug":"pulling-an-untethered-rope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/?p=17388","title":{"rendered":"Diary Forms: Pulling an Untethered Rope"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2560\" height=\"1920\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"An overview of my entire piece.\" class=\"wp-image-17390\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-scaled.jpeg 2560w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-300x225.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-1024x768.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-768x576.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-1536x1152.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-2048x1536.jpeg 2048w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-1246x935.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-946x710.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-675x506.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5052-480x360.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This piece centers on my relationship with a close friend of mine whom I met at Sarah Lawrence but who no longer goes to college here. As she lives on the West Coast and I&#8217;ve always lived on the East Coast, figuring out how to maintain our friendship has been difficult now that it&#8217;s long-distance. This piece is about the new distance between us, trying to understand where our relationship was the last time we were both together on campus and trying to reconcile that our relationship will never be the same again, no matter what that looks like, whether we like it or not. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2560\" height=\"1673\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"first square: \nher face is warm but our bed is cold\nflush with the memory\nof once fragile bodies\nshattered across sacred sheets\nstained with ash and sweat\nshards that danced across delicately slick skin\nnow stand still in the silence \nidle in what once was\nsitting in what could have been\nhad you let me prick your hand\n\nsecond sqare\nher face is warm but our bed is cold\nburned by wandering hands\nshe still wishes to hold over mine\nhis sheets are smeared\nwith the hearts of others\n; a pregnant distain\nyet she still wants to call\nfor cigarettes waiting for her on the other line\n\nthird square:\nher face is warm but our bed is gone\ntaken by the ashes of her own inaction\nour lethargy\nunable to wake up; to stay awake; to leave that fucking room\nchoking on the harmonious haze \nsettling over our entwined bodies like a fine dust\nstealing our held hands\nto replace it with giving us distance\noh i wanted you \ni wanted you to stay in my room\n\nnow we will never step foot in there together again\" class=\"wp-image-17392\" style=\"width:589px;height:385px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-scaled.jpeg 2560w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-300x196.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-1024x669.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-768x502.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-1536x1004.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-2048x1339.jpeg 2048w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-1246x814.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-946x618.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-675x441.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5057-2-480x314.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2560\" height=\"2069\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"first square:\nher face grows cold\na chill like a distant memory\nshe\u2019s out wasting on the beach\njust past the path of sand cutting through\nthe coarse expanse of dunes stretched between us\nlike our bodies on a sunday mornings bed\ni dont have to see to know her feet are in the water\nthough i do watch her from the unconquerable distance away\nsoaking in the gray sunlight\nlooking behind her \nat me\nas the seas morning mist\nwashes her away with the tides winds\n\nwill this forever be the distance between us?\nis this our goodbye?\n\nhow did she grow so far out of reach?\nhow did she get so far away from me?\n\nsecond square:\nshe is cold.\nyou will forget me on the west coast\ni will love you from the bitter east\nand eventually forget you the same\nno matter how hard i may not want to\n\nwould you have tried to stay?\nonly to clutch cigarettes close\nto your bleeding chest?\n\nor would you have stayed?\nfor me?\n\nill burn while i wait for an answer\ncomplacent;\nsick with knowing i will sooner be \na puddle of wax and emotion\nthan hear your reply \n\" class=\"wp-image-17393\" style=\"width:588px;height:476px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-scaled.jpeg 2560w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-300x242.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-1024x828.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-768x621.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-1536x1241.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-2048x1655.jpeg 2048w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-1246x1007.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-946x765.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-675x546.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5058-2-480x388.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The piece begins with a set of images and a poem I wrote just under them. The images were initially supposed to act as both the title of the piece while being part of it at the same time, but they have ended up being the starting point of this piece, alongside the poem. The placement of the poem&#8217;s stanzas took the shape it did because I knew I specifically wanted the fourth stanza to line up with the middle picture, as that&#8217;s the mental image that the reader should be conjuring when reading. This first section of my piece serves as an introduction so the viewer has more of an understanding of where we&#8217;re starting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2168\" height=\"2560\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"first square:\ni guess i don't know what i was expecting. maybe just that this was supposed to be us making up for lost time. that there would be more words to share between us, words that died trying to make the distance. obviously i know this weekend isn't about me, but it's at least a little about me, right? i'm probably just thinking about it too much. thinking about how much harder i hugged her than she hugged me. i don't know what to think, how to feel, what to do with these misplaced emotions. she talks about boys a lot, which makes sense. of course [redacted] is on her mind + of course shes going to ask about [redacted]. but\n\nsecond square:\ni dont know, it doesn't feel like it's that deep to her, doesn't feel like anythings wrong, which i suppose that should be a good thing. but it feels like nothings wrong in a blind way, like we're not looking at each other, wouldn't dare to make eye contact. like we're lying to each other, like there's something wrong and\n\nsquare 3:\nwe won't just say it. she won't because of him, because we're just friends, because people who are just friends share beds + cuddle and spend days on end together and trace their fingers across delicately sweaty skin and sometimes friends make out when they're drunk, because she couldn't answer a question, because she doesn't feel the same way. and i won't because she never will, because i would never, could never put myself on the line like that, because the distance between us is insurmountable and i can't let it grow to be more. instead i'll let it die, let that pocket of time stay where it is, stuck in that tiny room between shared pink bed sheets \n\nsquare 4:\nand her head in my lap. i'll let my words stay tangled in her hair, carefully sewn by my own fingers. i'll leave them all to wither and rot, reap the mold i had hoped would bloom. because it's easier that way. because i can't see her everyday anymore. because any possibility of anything more died the day she said she wasn't coming back to new york.\" class=\"wp-image-17396\" style=\"width:498px;height:662px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-scaled.jpeg 2168w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-254x300.jpeg 254w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-867x1024.jpeg 867w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-768x907.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-1301x1536.jpeg 1301w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-1735x2048.jpeg 1735w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-1246x1471.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-946x1117.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-675x797.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5060-2-480x567.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2168px) 100vw, 2168px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1616\" height=\"2560\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"square 1:\ni want to ask the question. i've done a lot of thinking as to if i should, if i really need an answer. but in this current moment, i want to ask the question. i want an answer.\n\nsquare 2:\ni want to break the thin milky membrane around us. i want to know what you think, what you think of me, what you're thinking. i want to know what you were thinking when you were kissing my neck, caressing my body, when your hand was on my throat, when we were about to kiss, when i asked you about it, when you went quiet.\n\nsquare 3:\ni think we should just kiss. maybe that'll sort everything out. if we just kissed we could figure the rest out. bestest of friends, sweetest of lovers. we know each other so well, who's to say we can't just kiss and figure it out? it doesn't have to be anything. it doesn't have to mean anything. \n\nsquare 4:\nit just exists.\" class=\"wp-image-17397\" style=\"width:498px;height:789px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-scaled.jpeg 1616w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-189x300.jpeg 189w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-646x1024.jpeg 646w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-768x1217.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-969x1536.jpeg 969w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-1293x2048.jpeg 1293w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-1246x1974.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-946x1499.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-675x1069.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5061-2-480x761.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1616px) 100vw, 1616px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In the creation of this work of art, the piece really started here as I flew out to Portland for my friend&#8217;s sister&#8217;s wedding. This was the first time I had seen my friend since this past February, so I was anticipating the energy between us would be stronger than it actually ended up being. The journal entries I wrote relay the emotions going through my head at the time. The photos, objects, and receipts are all from this visit. This first chunk is before the wedding, which was the Thursday and Friday of the weekend I visited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1866\" height=\"2560\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"line 1:\nthe silent impossible prayer of wishing things\n\nline 2:\ncould've been different, could've gone differently\n\npage:\nA, B, A, \u2248, C A\nA\nNow that I've worn out,\nWorn out the world\nI'm on my knees in fascination\nI'm looking through The night\nAnd the moon's never seen\nme before\nBut I'm reflecting light\nB\nI rode the pain down\nGot off and looked up\nLooked into your eyes\nThe lost open windows, All around\nMy dark heart lit up the skies\nC\nGive up the ground\nUnder your feet\nHold on to nothing for good\nTurn and run at the mean dogs\nChasing you\nStand-alone and misunderstood\" class=\"wp-image-17398\" style=\"width:493px;height:677px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-scaled.jpeg 1866w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-219x300.jpeg 219w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-747x1024.jpeg 747w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-768x1053.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-1120x1536.jpeg 1120w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-1493x2048.jpeg 1493w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-1246x1709.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-946x1298.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-675x926.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5063-2-480x658.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1866px) 100vw, 1866px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2045\" height=\"2560\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"square 1:\n[it's] like im invisible. i'm right here like we're eating dinner + we have nothing to talk about + you'd rather text [redacted] than think of smth to talk to me about. idk maybe im being dramatic. or not putting in the proper energy into making things into the way i want them (i.e. i make conversation)\n\nsquare 2:\nbut she says that she'll miss seeing [redacted] working [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] + maybe that's because it's obvious\/a given that she misses seeing me everyday but it wouldve been nice to hear her say that, even\n\nsquare 3:\nif she had to say &quot;of course that's a given&quot; afterwards. i just need to feel important to an overall extent past &quot;this is my friend from college&quot;\n\ni'll let it roll off my shoulder\nlike water on a ducks feathers. \n\nwhat is there even to talk about\n\nsquare 4:\ni wither + ache\n\nsquare 5:\ni'm in a stall right now\ni think [redacted] and [redacted] are in the handicap stall rn lmao\ni am in high school again\nim at the farmers market my second year of socapa avoiding my friends\n\nsquare 6:\ni am 13 and walking around anime boston avoiding sam, 13 and skiing right past gillian on our last day of ski club.\" class=\"wp-image-17399\" style=\"width:493px;height:618px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-scaled.jpeg 2045w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-240x300.jpeg 240w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-818x1024.jpeg 818w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-768x961.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-1227x1536.jpeg 1227w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-1636x2048.jpeg 1636w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-1246x1559.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-946x1184.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-675x845.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5064-2-480x601.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2045px) 100vw, 2045px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1933\" height=\"2560\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"square 1:\ni just feel in the way at this point. the way i feel when i go to a party w\/ [redacted] and they only know me so it feels like i have to babysit. i feel like extra luggage. like im a weight she has to carry around\n\nsquare 2:\ni don't even know if she's realized im missing yet, that she hasnt seen me in a sec and hm, shes not sure where i am. i don't know\n\nsquare 3:\ni wish you didn't care about me the way you don't care about him\nbut you would probably fuck him again if he asked\n\ni wish you didnt care about me in the way that it woudnt matter if we fucked\n\nsquare 4:\ni want you to not care about me the way you don't care about him,\ni wish i held your attention the way he does\n\nit hurts it hurts it hurts.\nbit i will let it\nmake it\nroll off my shoulder,\nwash over me + down my back\nit's ok\nyou don't want me the way you want him\" class=\"wp-image-17400\" style=\"width:493px;height:653px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-scaled.jpeg 1933w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-227x300.jpeg 227w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-773x1024.jpeg 773w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-768x1017.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-1160x1536.jpeg 1160w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-1546x2048.jpeg 1546w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-1246x1650.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-946x1253.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-675x894.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5065-2-480x636.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1933px) 100vw, 1933px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This second section takes place during the wedding, continuing the use of the film photos I was taking and the journal entries I was jotting down during the wedding. Some of the entries in this section are from when I was I was sitting at dinner, hiding in the bathroom stall, and when I was sitting alone outside of the wedding venue. I would also like to note that the crumpled page that can be seen in the first photo is the note my friend wrote her music lyrics for when she sang to her sister for her wedding toast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2560\" height=\"2362\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"square 1:\n10.5\ni find myself filling in your gaps. some are somewhat intentional in the sense that i've thought about it a bit, like growing out my hair or [redacted]\n\nsquare 2:\n[redacted]. but there are other things ive begun to notice too, like how you and [redacted] used to be smoking buddies, but now [redacted] and i smoke together. it wasn't at all intentional, but once i realized, it kinda hit me like a train. what i do when i miss you, when i have to fill in your gaps. whether i realize it or not\" class=\"wp-image-17401\" style=\"width:639px;height:590px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-scaled.jpeg 2560w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-300x277.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-1024x945.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-768x709.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-1536x1417.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-2048x1890.jpeg 2048w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-1246x1150.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-946x873.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-675x623.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5068-2-480x443.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-scaled.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"2346\" height=\"2560\" src=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-scaled.jpeg\" alt=\"square 1:\n10.5\nit feels like theres nothing between us anymore. no common link, no recognition, no buzz. i look for something i say to make your eyes light up, but it doesnt even feel like the candle is there anymore. nothing for the fire to light.\n\nsquare 2:\na lonely flame cursed to burn without a wick to hold her. i kept waiting to hear that low frequency hum again, that subtle buzz tingling on my skin like diamond sunlight catching rippling ocean waves when we were together. there was only static and silence from you. i dont know if you know what you do to me, how you drive me crazy. and that's something\n\nsquare 3:\ni am going to lose when we lose touch. that's an awful sentiment to have to live with right now. to sit and stew in. was i only ever a college friend to you? am i not someone you want in your life forever?\ni can't believe we're losing, giving into the distance.\nyou make those 2000 miles feel so much farther.\" class=\"wp-image-17402\" style=\"width:638px;height:696px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-scaled.jpeg 2346w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-275x300.jpeg 275w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-938x1024.jpeg 938w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-768x838.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-1408x1536.jpeg 1408w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-1877x2048.jpeg 1877w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-1246x1360.jpeg 1246w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-946x1032.jpeg 946w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-675x737.jpeg 675w, https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/IMG_5069-2-480x524.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2346px) 100vw, 2346px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This last section is about my post-wedding sentiments and inherently the closure of my piece. They&#8217;re reflecting on our relationship as it exists now, the absence between us, and the emotions I&#8217;m processing as I&#8217;m beginning to realize that I&#8217;m witnessing the death of a very important friendship of mine. It is the only conclusion I can seem to find at this point. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This piece centers on my relationship with a close friend of mine whom I met at Sarah Lawrence but who no longer goes to college here. As she lives on the West Coast and I&#8217;ve always lived on the East&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":357,"featured_media":17390,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[365],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-new-genres-2","wpcat-365-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/357"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17388"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17388\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17663,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17388\/revisions\/17663"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17390"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}