To the two people who may read my blog:
Sorry bout it, gonna transcribe a few pages from "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer, because, I project myself into everything (I'm not the girl)
Sometimes I would think about those hundred letters laid across my bedroom floor. If I hadn't collected them, would our house have burned less brightly?
I looked at the sculpture after every session. He went to feed the animals. He let me be alone with it, although I never asked him for privacy. He understood.
After only a few sessions it became clear that he was sculpting Anna. He was trying to remake the girl he knew seven years before. He looked at me as he sculpted, but he saw her.
Never mind about the few pages, I guess that was the gist of it.
Sometimes I would think about those hundred letters laid across my bedroom floor. If I hadn't collected them, would our house have burned less brightly?
I looked at the sculpture after every session. He went to feed the animals. He let me be alone with it, although I never asked him for privacy. He understood.
After only a few sessions it became clear that he was sculpting Anna. He was trying to remake the girl he knew seven years before. He looked at me as he sculpted, but he saw her.
Never mind about the few pages, I guess that was the gist of it.
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