Tales from the Indiscriminate
By Cynthia Hawkins
December 03, 2010
Note: In case you’d like to watch the three-minute film version of this instead, I’m including it after the text.
45s I’ve kept wrapped in newspaper in the attic.These are all mine.Some doubling up in sleeves.Some pushing tears in the seams.Unwrapped, they slide against each other in my hands, collectively bigger than my grip.
Here is the evidence, my small thumbprints still sitting ghostly across the grooves, of the films a young me had tried to re-imagine as I went to sleep and the needle came to a stop with a click.
Here is the evidence of being a generation or two behind, of fitting in, of deep contradiction.