Saturday, October 18, 2003
nothing that is lost is ever really lost.
virginia woolf showed me tonight that death is part of the completion of life. in its death we can feel the shadow of its life.
nothing that is really lost is ever lost.
my mother always uses analogies to explain people and the world and everything to me. "there are basketballs, and there are watermelons, and there are peas." she says. i have always cared too much to be a pea, and thought too much to be a basketball. nudged and nudged to no avail, kinetic energy stored in my seeds until i am ripe with potential, a momentum unstoppable. it is all in me.
nothing that ever is, is lost. really.
at least, not when dan is around.
we weren't sure whether to tell you or not. we thought perhaps you had already grieved and gained closure. i hope we haven't upset an unspoken plan. lost like the way i lost the first test i ever got a D on. (it was fifth grade, and on history.) what i mean is, dan backed up.
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