{"id":392,"date":"2009-04-22T22:08:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-22T22:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2009\/04\/22\/1999\/"},"modified":"2009-04-22T22:08:00","modified_gmt":"2009-04-22T22:08:00","slug":"1999","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2009\/04\/22\/1999\/","title":{"rendered":"1999"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">We are, all of us, alone<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Though not uncommon,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">In our singularity.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Touching<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">We become tangent to<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Cirles of common experience<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Co-incident,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Defining of collective tangency<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Circles<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Reciprocal in their subtle<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Redefinition of us.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">In tangency<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">We are never less alone,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">But no longer<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic\">Only.<\/span><br \/>\u2014Gene Mattingly<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been looking for this poem for exactly ten years, after I found it in my geometry book in high school. Wow, has it really been that long? I was fifteen and I practically owned two of the whiteboards in my classroom. Every day I&#8217;d write a quote on one of them, and the other one I simply used to draw whenever I pleased. I used to draw cartoons of my friends, from which I planned to make a series called &#8216;The Zoo&#8217;. I don&#8217;t know where the name came from, it simply did. One of my friends still talks about it with me.<\/p>\n<p>I was already Olavia Kite back then. When I came up with the name I thought I&#8217;d use it for a character in a story, but I liked it so much that I decided to keep it for myself. Olavia Kite. The Beatles reference is obvious. My parents gave me a calligraphy pen with the pseudonym engraved on it for my fifteenth birthday. They knew it would stick forever.<\/p>\n<p>That was the year I travelled out of the country for the first time. Chicago shined with a splendor that made me promise myself I&#8217;d go back to see it closely\u2014and I did, three years later. I didn&#8217;t realize back then that my dreams tend to come true, so I wished away.<\/p>\n<p>1999 was also the year Clown committed suicide. He had a deep voice, I still can remember it pretty clearly, even though his face has faded. He was one of those online acquaintances who marked my teenage years. I may have been isolated when younger, but I never was completely alone. I guess the same thing applies now that I&#8217;ve embraced Tsukuba solitude.<\/p>\n<p>Ten years have passed, and memories flow like water from a broken pipe. I can&#8217;t even organize them, all soaked in reminiscence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We are, all of us, aloneThough not uncommon,In our singularity.TouchingWe become tangent toCirles of common experienceCo-incident,Defining of collective tangencyCirclesReciprocal in their subtleRedefinition of us.In tangencyWe are never less alone,But no longerOnly.\u2014Gene Mattingly I&#8217;ve been looking for this poem for exactly ten years, after I found it in my geometry book in high school. Wow, has [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/392"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=392"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/392\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=392"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=392"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=392"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}