09 August 2007
My Jordan Catalano
)Published on August 9th, 2007 @ 02:39:59 pm, using 239 words, 62 views
Appearance wise, equal parts an intellectual and an artist. Shoulder length brown hair, five o’clock shadow, brown (actually blue) eyes at times behind prescription glasses. Ease around an acoustic guitar. Ease onstage spouting Shakespeare. Ease sculpting clay. Ease in classrooms and hallways. An innately easy going way about him as though the imaginary circumference around him extended further than mine or anybody else’s ever could, as though it were actually, unprecedentedly inexistent, as though he could talk to virtually anyone and be at home virtually anywhere. A beauty perhaps not striking (I’m assuming here, it was to me) but at once accessible and somehow superior - exuding an unadolescent version of popularity (one without the faintest hint of pretension.) Everything you’re inexplicably compelled to circle when still, follow when moving, blush in proximity of, stare at blindly and see a new addition to the seven wonders of the world in. Everything you can’t help but admire and try your hardest to commit to memory only to realize years later that the effort made to achieve the latter was all but unnecessary.
(Felt from 9/90-6/91 give or take, and set down in writing sometime in 2002 on the back of two photographs)
Extreme - More than words
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Committed to memory, ease, at home anywhere, accessible
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