Wednesday, April 15, 2009

One year later: missing journalism


What’s the word for that invincible, terrified feeling
you get from carrying around a typed list
of intimate questions to ask a perfect stranger?

the starter pistol shot of adrenaline that ignites
one vertebrae at a time in half a millisecond, like
an action-movie elevator shaft explosion?

the tripling of your heartbeat, neurons swarming
bees in those ten seconds before you turn on the
smile hello and exist in the single, present moment?

Oh, right. Alive.

4 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Did you change your mind about journalism as a career path? Or just interviewing random strangers? :)

Claudia said...

Why not explore journalism outside of your day job? Like for a community paper or something?

Who knows, it might be a fun way to meet people, get inspiration for writing, and make a bit of money on the side.

Mary said...

Ugh I felt the exact same way when we did this "36 Strangers" thing for Photography. I had to get 36 headshot portraits of 36 different random people. And although it doesn't compare to asking them personal questions, it was still very awkward... and I felt pretty much exactly what you described.

Mary said...

Except of course that you dig that sort of thing...