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≡ Inside Kaleidoscope Dreams ≡

 
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  • Childhood
  • Artists
  • Fears
  • Death
  • Parenthood
  • Technology
  • Oddities
  • School
  • First Person Narrative
  • Second Person Narrative
  • Third Person Narrative
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Step Inside The Kaleidoscope

Notice the shards -- the collected pieces of colors -- the kaleidoscope of voices that inhabit our minds. Distant echoes that seem at once so familiar and yet so strange, too. These are the stories being told every day inside of our lives, although often they are silenced by the world around us. Go ahead and twist the kaleidoscope. Change your view. Wander into the narrative. Consider yourself invited.

-- Kevin


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Performance
Performance

If they had asked her, she would have declined. She would not have willingly accepted this mantle nor this well-lit space on the stage -- doused in floodlights and a thousand eyes on her every move -- if she had had a choice. She opened her mouth to speak. Nothing emerged but her silence, and this silence glued her to her spot. The conductor raised his arms, baton dancing in his fingers. All around her, instruments moved, shifted, ready for the moment of life. She, however, remained still. If they had asked her, she would not be here. She could see the outline of her father and aunt, seated a few rows back. She felt caught in a net. The conductor moved and a musical explosion erupted around her. She noticed the violin now on her shoulder. The bow was balanced perfectly in her fingers. The conductor's eyes now shifted to her. If they had asked her, she would not be at this place at this time. He nodded. So she played, imagining all of her notes like broken bones scattered on the stage. The violence of her sound was the only sweet revenge she could think of. For, of course, they had not ever asked her, nor would they ever.