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Robin Hebb.

writer, performer, cool girl.

 

Even you.

Even you.

Artwork by Agathe Sorlet

 

Take the most vulnerable moment of your life and think it through beat by beat.

 

Think about every breath you took and every comma you paused for.

 

Take the most vulnerable moment of your life and try to describe the way the light looked.

 

Think about every move you made- what motivated that behaviour?

 

Take the most vulnerable moment of your life and don’t exaggerate it.

 

Really make sure you know what colour shirt you were wearing- were you wearing shoes?

 

Take the most vulnerable moment of your life and sit with it.

 

Then give it up.

 

Make it so it’s not just your story anymore.

 

It’s theirs too.

 

Quickly the people will be referred to as characters.

 

Even you.

 

Quickly the moments are dissected and interpreted and given new meaning.

 

Quickly people want to know how it ends.

 

Has it ended?

 

Take the most vulnerable moment of your life and let people into it.

 

Let them sniff around.

 

Let them tell you how good it was.

 

How much they enjoyed it.

 

How they are excited for more.

 

Take it and run with it.

 

Make a fucking movie about it.

 

Because the truth is-

 

the more that it’s out there, the less that it’s in you

 

and that’s such a welcome relief.

 

Take the most vulnerable moment of your life and write it down, then share it.

 

Because the worst thing that’s going to happen is your weird Uncle will bring it up at Christmas.

 

But like, whatever.

 

Just take your story and tell it.

 

There’s no use being afraid of it.

 

So just take the most vulnerable moment of your life and think it through beat by beat,

 

because there’s something there.





 

The Boy in My Pocket.

The Boy in My Pocket.

Firey.

Firey.