Notes on remembering, forgetting, and learning.

A place to put my thoughts.. too many of them all the time. Not good enough, not formed enough, not old enough. I’m not learning anything here. I know I will, I am. I learned a lot in New York, I think. But what is learning really? I sound silly. Is it remembering? I start to remember when I learn, I remember when I study someone’s movement and it opens a world inside of me. Alison Bechdel wrote something about making the unknown known. Her comics show the life and movement of lesbians.. In Fun Home there is a moment where we see young Alison watch in amazement as a masculine woman walks into the diner her and her dad were sitting at, “I recognized her with a surge of joy”.