{"id":527,"date":"2004-10-22T01:25:35","date_gmt":"2004-10-22T00:25:35","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=527"},"modified":"2004-10-22T01:25:35","modified_gmt":"2004-10-22T00:25:35","slug":"emdancers-on-a-ropeem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/10\/22\/emdancers-on-a-ropeem\/","title":{"rendered":"<em>dancers on a rope<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/farfadets1.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>i have this feeling sometimes that i&rsquo;m dying. slowly. second after second. picture after picture.<br \/>\nonly to be born again. quickly. second after second. picture after picture.<\/p>\n<p>i&rsquo;ve held my breath i admit it. i always do. i always did.<br \/>\nnow we&rsquo;re caught in some kind of insomnia, always awake, unable to find some rest. we used to know much more than what we thought we did and much less than we hoped we did. how odd. i can&rsquo;t remember anything.<\/p>\n<p>it crawls up on me sometimes the same way i&rsquo;m dreaming. and then i wake up. and then i notice that nothing has changed. did everything change ? i couldn&rsquo;t watch it.<\/p>\n<p>i&rsquo;ve helped the count of days take my word for it. i&rsquo;ve stretched it. until it broke.<br \/>\nnow we&rsquo;re caught in some kind of net, a spider web which we adore. we used to be much more free than we thought we were and much less than we hoped we&rsquo;d be. how odd. i can remember you. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i have this feeling sometimes that i&rsquo;m dying. slowly. second after second. picture after picture. only to be born again. quickly. second after second. picture after picture. i&rsquo;ve held my breath i admit it. i always do. i always did. now we&rsquo;re caught in some kind of insomnia, always awake, unable to find some rest. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-on-pause"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/527","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=527"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/527\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}