SHORT 'N SWEET: THE BOOK SPEAKS: murmurations

How would you, murmurations, describe yourself in two sentences or less?

I look scattered and frantic but it’s the storm wrapped around the eye. I’m simmering in the middle. I haven’t even opened yet.

Where would you go on your dream vacation?

Somewhere beyond this roof, it doesn’t matter where. It’s beautiful here but even the most decrepit houses, the cracked and fissured sidewalks offer light through their breaks. Prague? Paris?

What is your favorite color?

Teal. It’s soothing in short stretches and you can imagine the ocean slipping over your head when it starts to spread.

What is your favorite movie?

All That Jazz, Bob Fosse, 1979. Just the right amount of shambolic sparkle and hedonistic mayhem. It gives the cliche beauty in the breakdown some weight. No matter how much Joe Gideon hurts the ones he loves, they show up for him as a choir in the end.

What advice would a therapist give you?

To stop self-medicating. But what’s medicine anyway? Who decides?

What is your favorite smell?

Lavender. Clean and subtle and floral but evocative. 

Do you collect anything, and what do these items mean to

you?

People. Disasters. Miracles. Without them, I would not be answering these questions.

What is your favorite snack?

Peanut butter off the spoon. Maybe some maple.

If you could have dinner with anyone, who would it be and why?

Frank O’Hara. I can’t think of anyone else offhand who could match the vibrancy and non-stopness of my energy. We might implode.