*breaks into Disneyland during the purge*
*and steals all the merch*
*save the small world children slaves*
*wear Ariel’s dress and skip around the park*
I’d like to think that if the purge was real, disneyland and wdw would be “safe places” where we could just be crazy nerds together, but then I remembered that frozen merch still exists.
Identity is a strange thing, far more amorphous and metamorphic than we would care to believe. There is an imminent threat of irrevocable change, out of my hands, apart from my control, feeling years of work slipping from my fingers at the cost of legal jargon but the further it slips from my grasp the more liberated I feel. I’m reassured of the ridged awaiting landscape, the drive of cicadas and the hum of prairie locusts a meditating calm against the brewing storm. I feel empowered and powerless all the same. My language is tied. It’s been a good run if, in the end, that’s all this ends up being.
Art is something that happens inside us. We look at things in the world, and we become excited by them. We understand our own possibilities of becoming. And that’s what art is.
So this little girl at Magic Kingdom the other day was scared of Naveen and only wanted to meet Princess Tiana. So Prince Naveen decided that he was gonna hide in the bushes while Tiana brought the girl over to the canopy to talk to her. I was too busy watching Naveen’s hilarious handsome self derp around in the bushes then all of a sudden he shouts out “Hey Tiana! Look, I’m a tree frog!”