Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Selected missed connections, part deux

Because I have been too lazy/busy recently to really do any more Postsecret reviews, have something else that's sort of in a similar vein. I've taken to reading the local missed connections section on Craigslist, and here is a selection of some of the posts there that caught my eye...


curly-haired boy with a pocket square (Petworth Metro) hide this posting

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kept ALMOST making eye contact with a curly-haired boy with glasses and a pocket square on a shared metro commute between Chinatown and Petworth. i kept thinking you were looking at me, but every time i worked up the nerve to look you in the eyes, you weren't looking AT me just in my general direction. and then you looked away. EVERY TIME! i was wearing a yellow dress and pony tail and drinking taro boba.

would it have been an adorable meet-cute if one of us just bit the bullet to say hi?
definitely.

will i see you again on the same commute?
probably.

would it be fun if you (or one of your friends who sees this) responded to this craigslist missed connections post so we could eat food and/or go to a park together?
let's see!

Tattoo Of Mountain Ridge (Arlington) hide this posting

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Washington Blvd.
I saw you at the Giant on Washington Blvd yesterday (Labor Day Monday) and I noticed a very unique tattoo on your left upper arm and it looked like a small etching of a mountain top. I just returned from Monterrey, Mexico where I was continually consumed by the surrounding mountains. There was a gentleman between the 2 of us and I wanted so badly to approach you about your ink. If by chance you do see this or an acquaintance sees it and shares it with you, I would be very interested in the story behind it. Not only was the ink of interest, but your beauty also stunned me.



Your bright yellow hair wrap (Orange line) hide this posting

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Your we're wrapping up your hair when I got on the train and you then had some fun trying to put your headphones on over the wrapping. We spoke for a moment, I listened to your music, and said goodbye when you got off the train. You have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.






This one is from New York City, but I thought it could be interesting to take a look at the posts from there as well. Sometimes people post things that are more like poems and/or open, anonymous letters, like this:

I can't be your third hide this posting

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Go ahead and paint over rust.
You might feel like you're creating
something new, changing the content, changing a life,
But paint flakes off in the rain.
Even dry, over time it will fade.
Spots of burnt orange will pierce through until the suffocated frame can no longer hold the weight of new layers.
The remains came first; they earned their name.
You twist waste and display it on walls in frames and during the day it makes you feel ok until eternal night falls and in a shared soil grave you both lay.
Stop beginning halfway while you willingly mute alterity plain;
You know.
True creation begins by breaking day on empty lots.
You're afraid of pain, so instead of wince you feign strength through stomached knots.

Oh, resist!
Stubborn fate, preserve rot, wait for the foundation to crack
In lightninged root stains;
But to agape ears this laconic verity will eternally ring
Beyond and within,
Trailing
That poorly oriented face.
At last, return home.
Shaken Free, hospitable chains dissolve and the disgraced spotlighting noema embrace recedes.
Combative fugue, you choose to wait--
If the floor can sink, it will.

Then dawn will force her undoing birth.
Violently centered or restored homecoming,
The same place.
If you aim to truly make, clear the space.
Turn remember to forgot, then watch!
Double-quick,
Fleet unthin,
Out of nought a nascent genesis.
Become!

--An instant,

A being,

Connected,

Overflowing:

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