Things That Died and People Who Disappear

[bethofalltrades]

We tell the same stories over and over again. They breathe, they swell with each telling and begin to toddle on their own. They start to feel like perfectly worn-in leather gloves; they fit us as we are now but they also give us room to grow into them as they stretch and soften

Comments

[kathryndearborn]

Fame won't give you cancer. It will make you disappear. The people who love you will be celebrating who you used to be, or what you never were at all, and they will put flyers up as billboards.

This has affected me to begin making signs for my own imaginary love. I cannot show them to the neighborhood, though.

<3

[ext_409210]

i am awed. that was wonderful. PLEASE continue to post things like this, and please publish a book. i am really genuinely amazed by this piece. it's not that i didn't know you were smart or eloquent... it was just unexpected. thank you for brightening my day.

and again, seriously, post more.

[ext_409280]

Wow. This blew me away.

Please do more of this, I love it.

[lentower]

glad you're publishing again

[apophantic]

Your writing always touches me, points me towards something in myself. That's a pretty cool talent you have there, Miss B.

This time, I leap to my friend feeling disappointed, and I feel that she's probably disappointed in me. On a second reading, I realize this is probably not true, but on a day where I'm disappointed in myself and feel that all of my friends are disappointed in me, it seems glaringly apparent. But I didn't realize that this is what I was feeling, so the story helps, at least, to tell me what I'm feeling even if that news obscures the tale that the story was truly trying to tell.

Maybe that's the point of publishing stories like this. Or maybe I've missed the boat, once again.

Maybe I should just be happy to have friends who make me think. And I am.