Once she would have liked to see a ghost. As if that would have confirmed everything she already knew about the world. Now, watching her son, she no longer needs the corroboration of an unhappy ghost. Life is diaphanous. Being alive is not much different to placing paper on bark and rubbing over it with a lead pencil. These days she feels as if she is surrounded by the scratchings of another world, a world too full of the shapes of things, of knowing and not knowing, where to think is to be certain.
(I love the photo above but I have no idea who took it or where I found it, if you know, please tell me)
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
Posted by Brita
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'These days she feels as if she is surrounded by the scratchings of another world, a world too full of the shapes of things, of knowing and not knowing, where to think is to be certain.'
Beautifully put... I enjoy my visits here... always.
g xo
Beautifully put, B... you have such a way with words. Hope your new macbook is doing okay after tea spillage incident... how awful for you.
Wishing you good luck, lj xo
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