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Dear Reader,
I really hope you are doing well. I have been in such a good mood as of late because New York City has finally decided to thaw for spring. Have some writing and photos:
November 10, 2015: [. . .] And it was so strange — how I had become the one on the other end of the phone line. I keep saying it, but a lot really can change in two years.
January 15, 2016: It was one of the scariest films I’d watched in a long time. There weren’t any murders, no blood, no unexplained silhouettes in the hallway. It was scary in a different way, in the way that gets in under your skin and makes you wonder if you’re going to be alright or not. As I watched them fall in love on city bus lines and out of love in hotel rooms and kiss their daughter differently than they kissed each other, I couldn’t seem to eradicate the sickening ideas forming in my head. « This is more common than you’d like to think. »
February 4, 2016: You can turn your sadness into beautiful things. My problem last year, above all, was that I turned it into ungrounded faith, dropped car keys, spaces between my fingers. I pressed send. I’m no longer that kind of person.
February 11, 2016: It’s incredibly cruel and infuriating how the seasons continue to brush past us despite the heartbreak and tragedy, the loss and gain. He had been in love with her for 65 years, and he knew he would be in love with her for 65 more. I don’t know if I believe in heaven but I like to think they’re together today anyhow, looking down at my father designing buildings and my mother knitting sweaters and my cousins getting married and me staying up late writing about their love. Looking down at all the people hiking mountains and terrified kids starting up real estate businesses and poppies growing wild in fields.
(I have an obsession with these types of buildings ^ if you couldn’t tell)
February 12, 2016: « It’s the fibonacci sequence. It’s found every where in nature: in sunflowers, in hurricanes, in pineapples. It’s a bit unnerving, I think, the way some things always seem to repeat themselves. » (9:38 am)
February 16, 2016: None of this is fiction, and I still can’t figure out if I wish it was. But none of this is fiction.
February 19, 2016: « Human emotions are like works of art. They can be forged. They seem just like the original, but they are a forgery. »
« Forgery? »
« Everything can be faked. Joy, pain, hate… illness, recovery. Even love. »
– The Best Offer, 2013
February 21, 2016: “He’s got a tattoo of the Fibonacci Sequence on his shoulder blade.” [. . .] And a year, despite what anybody else will tell you, is a very, very long time.
XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress
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