5.19.02 – plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery
er, yeah. i’ve been a busy girl this week. i have a new apartment, a new job, my own desk, and an assistant. been working lots, and spending my free time stressing out over things i can’t control. so, in lieu of my own interesting thoughts, i defer to some of my other favorite blogs:
lauren brings up the question of best beginnings/endings: my contribution is Tony Kushner’s Bright Room Called Day:
Now.
Before the sky and the ground slam shut.
The border is full of holes.
and enjelani once again says the things that i meant to say. (may 15).
as i was typing those lines from Bright Room Called Day, i suddenly smelled cinnamon. i sniffed the book: nope. how does a disembodied smell just suddenly drift by? perhaps i burned a cinnamon candle while reading Bright Room once? but no, i read it in the airport, in a patch of warm sunlight; i recall tears blurring my vision as i closed the book, not because it was so sad, but because it was so perfect.