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There are various ideas/imaginations that I have in mind for this piece, and considering that I am up for next week’s workshop, I really gotta get to it. I know in my mind what I want to say, I want to say ultimately that in sadness and shame there is someone on the other side who doesn’t really care, in the best way possible. I want to convey these emotions through English and Spanish, and I want the Spanish to remain bright and the English to be melodramatic. But it is hard to be poetic about emotions I have felt , and it is also hard to be very vulnerable with them. But, this idea makes me feel excited, so I will find a good middle ground between how much of myself is in this piece, and how much of it is completely from an imaginary, dream world version of my lived experiences. Ive been a bit washy with writing lately, I think I do well under pressure and harsh deadlines so I know the closer Sunday comes, the more motivated I will feel (this is not the best habit to have!). I really want this piece to mean something to others, even if they do not understand it. Hearing the interviews of Marco Werman today felt insightful, I really wanted to cry and scream at the final one. I appreciated the silences he allows in the tapes, historically there is not much humanity given to interviewees in foreign countries, and allowing people their silence rather than exclusively broadcast every word of pain that they have, is a manner of respect in my eyes. This class session also made me wonder what it would be like to record my piece, and what auditory elements it can have. I began to think about the noises of my tias backyard, its mainly wind and buzzes from mosquitos, but this is where my grandfather would spend his time, sitting and just looking at the world. I don’t know how I would get this noise for the radio, because if I ask my aunt to send a video of her backyard I think she’d be a bit confused. But it is an idea that excites me, so maybe I’ll risk being a weirdo just this once.