Was it yesterday or right now? Freedom through song, ritual, declaration, imagination. Through adornment, expression, clothes, lack of…
Freedom from who or what?
Freedom is a scale. A gradient. It’s sometimey and sensitive. Aren’t we all partially free, if only in our heads? But also contained in a space that holds us or others that look like us.
That doesn’t feel free.
Freedom is a feeling found in fragments. Hold them. Eat them. Digest them.
A time when I felt free:
I was searching for a vacation. Alone.
Did you know that all vacations abroad are unsafe? Ask a news watcher.
I landed on Budapest (Budapesch) / Pest to be specific. The rough side they said. White supremicist leader. “The same as the US” I said.
Most days were spent roaming the streets, coffee shops, boutiques/ nights… Biergartens, clubs, food truck alleys. Freedom.
Not one person to accommodate, consider. No schedule to keep or meeting to attend. Train rides to Austria.
Views: Free.
Staring in my face searching, admiring, wondering, sorting my roots and origin.
Freedom in your voice and decisions. Maturity sans hesitation. Have you tasted it? Liberation is a love language, get some.