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Open Thoughts
Hi friends!
The other day I flew over the Ohio River & just became enamored by it. I took many pictures of this shimmering squiggle on the ground.
The sight of it reminded me of a slug slime trail. As a kid I was really obsessed with slugs. Every other night I would wait until it was dusk and sit outside on the back doorstep and let the slimy little creatures crawl all over me. I loved it so much.
A while ago I listened to a song by Oneohtrix Point Never called “A Barely Lit Path”. I thought of the lyrics sung in that song:
I have been mulling over the double (or triple) meaning of the second verse. Disregarding some of the self-deprecation of the song, the slug is an exciting conjunction point! When I first listened to it (from what I thought was from the perspective of a robot) I thought of the URL slug. You know that funny tail of a URL that brings you to a specific landing page.
I like this idea of a slug being one of the few creatures that leave a shimmering path directly to it & being a digital trail to a web-site. But beyond that, I’ve been thinking about what it means to come back home to yourself. Maybe that’s why these slug paths hit a soft spot in me!
I don’t really know how to describe this but much of what I’ve become since moving to Chicago feels like when I was 7 years-old. The friendships I’ve made, the changes in my personality, and excitement for everything just feels like that time. I’ve noticed I’ve become a lot more extroverted & transparent & silly & its all so strange! Does anyone understand this feeling? Have you ever had a moment where you felt like you came home to yourself? I would love to hear your thoughts.
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Loads of love,
Christina Sadovnikov