January 21, 2007 § 7 Comments
I went to Husk’s show last night. We found each other before he took the stage, both of us peering through the dark at the back of the room. I asked his name as a question, still unsure. He said, simply, “It’s you.”
At these moments, you feel the contradiction: you are intimate strangers, ideas extracted from bodies and lives and arranged on a screen. Then, suddenly, the idea becomes a person, with a voice and a smile and hands that are warmer than yours.
It takes a little while to sink in, but you’re glad when it does.