[b]Jenny Offill
Anger looked like fireworks. Love was an indistinct blur.[/b]
Nicely put.
There are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, 52 weeks in a year, and X years in a life. Solve for X.
In other words, leaving out the equal sign.
Of course it is difficult. You are creating a creature with a soul, my friend says.
Anyone here ever done that?
What did you do today, you’d say when you got home from work, and I’d try my best to craft an anecdote for you out of nothing.
A lie in other words. But point taken.
Her neighbor’s husband fell in love with a girl who served coffee to him every morning. She was twenty-three and wanted to be a dancer or a poet or a physical therapist. When he left his family, his wife said, “Does it matter to you how foolish you look? That all our friends find you ridiculous?” He stood in the doorway, his coat in his hand. “No,” he said. The wife watched her neighbor get fat over the next year. The Germans have a word for that. Kummerspeck. Literally, grief bacon.
Word wise, where would we be without the Germans?
What Rilke said: "Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, to where no one can go any further.”
And surely all philosophy…?