Thanks for the weekend. I hope you got your sausages.

Jun 30, 2005 00:45

erotetica says he can't talk about the friendship, as it's the most important thing.

There is a story by Italo Calvino in which Mr. Palomar becomes obsessed with describing everything, and with measuring edges; of lawns and rocks and cliffs. He realises that in order to measure accurately one would have to measure forever, because a coastline is infinitely long when broken down into smaller and smaller parts.

- "If time has to end, it can be described, instant by instant," Mr. Palomar thinks, "and each instant, when described, expands so that its end can no longer be seen." He decides that he will set himself to describing every instant of his life, and until he has described them all he will no longer think of being dead.

Looking around me, everything I see represents hundreds of instants - where I got it; what I have done with it; what inspired it - each instant linking to thousands of others. I couldn't even begin to tell the story of each one, yet they are all there when I need them. Variously, a small tear in the wallpaper. A copy of a picture of a yellow maple leaf. A crumpled sheet. Each of those three represents a person, and each person... I like my various scars because each one represents a part of who I am, but any one of them would do.

I loved this - "There was then the small ballet of old friends almost embarrassed at the joy they feel at seeing each other again, walking in a semi-skipping motion towards each other, huge grins concealed by tilting the head at a downward angle." - do you really need to write any more?


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