bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Monday, July 31
'if i had a camera, i'd take a picture of you everyday. that way i'd remember how you looked every single day of your life'
'i look exactly the same'
'no you dont. you're changing all the time. every day a tiny bit. if i could, i'd keep a record of it all'
'if you're so smart, how did i change today?'
'you got a fraction of a millimeter taller, for one thing. your hair grew a fraction of a millimeter longer. you got a little happier and also a little sadder.'
'meaning they cancel each other out, leaving me exactly the same'
'not at all. the fact that you got a little happier today doesnt change the fact that you also became a little sadder. every day you become a little more of both, which means that right now, at this exact moment, you're the happiest and saddest you've ever been in your whole life'
'what about you? are you the happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?'
'of course i am'
'why?'
'because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you'
nicole krauss
how do you people think these up?
i wonder if you put tiny slips of paper into your pockets. when inspiration knocks, do you scramble to transform them from thought to paper? do you try your hardest to translate thought to word, thought to word. so raw, perhaps most honest
goodbye
10:00 PM