Tag: not my art

yulinisworking:

thinking out loud | Week 2 | hours in a police station

Footage from this week was a bit shakier and less pretty than usual, it was a stressful situation.

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THINKING OUT LOUD is a new series project attempting to capture weekly visual snippets of what’s on my mind for a full year.

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I should be back on schedule next Thursday with a very Sundance-centric episode!

Much love,

Yulin Kuang
youtube.com/yulinisworking

At the end of high school I deleted a diary I’d kept a few years before. I’m glad I did, because I needed to stop dwelling on those emotions. But by doing so I know I have chosen to remember that time incorrectly. 

I tell stories loosely. I am never too worried about getting the details right, so long as I convey the essence. Each time I tell a story of my past I rewrite it in my brain, just a little further from the facts.  Even when I’m just telling the story to myself.

And I wonder how many things have been edited and rewritten. Lines given to people they didn’t belong to. Backstories made up to suit myself. Events reordered so they would flow better. Emotions simplified. Self justified.

If someone told me the facts now, I probably wouldn’t believe them. Brains are scary.