Saturday, July 22, 2006

Some lives bear no resemblance to the things that happen in them.

Going forward, without being seen, they clutched to indignation as the only expression of their having been there, having been not quite where they meant to be, but the unfulfilled desire by its very existence attested to what might have been, and if anything might have been otherwise, then why not, why not hold on to what might have turned out to be a better way.

Some events happen too slowly to be registered. Some changes happen too slowly to be perceived.

Every little thing that could make one want to die might have happened without one dying. If the sheer kindness is too exquisite to bear, the time elapsed must increase in order to be borne.

--from A Series of Water Disasters, work in progress


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