Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The Absence of the Picture of Dorian Grey
The empty space over my bed - or more precisely, the question of what belongs in the empty space over my bed - is starting to feel vaguely symbolic. I'm not sure what that means exactly... it's both mildly unsettling and a bit affirming. A sign that my life has a plot, even if I'm not able to see what it is.
Friday, January 14, 2011
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