Δευτέρα 29 Μαρτίου 2010

".....................now we're on my home ground, foreign territory. My throat constricts, as it learned to do when I discovered people could say words that would go into my ears meaning nothing.................to be deaf and dumb would be easier................the cards they poke at you when they want a quarter, with the hand alphabet on them.......even so, you would need to learn spelling.........."............................."...........but they've cheated, we're here too soon and I feel deprived of something, as though I can't really get here unless I've suffered; as though the first view of the lake, which we can see now, blue and cool as redemption, should be through tears and haze of vomit...................."
"Just living is not enough................One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower..........."

I have a secret passion for polaroids. .