There are a billion reasons to look down into a casket, but just one way to lie in it dead, which proves there isn't anything you can think of that isn't here for the living, who are each alive for a short time in a very different way. After she moves out, one tears up grass blades to watch which way the wind blows. Just over there, another buried his favorite dog and now look at that tree! Would you like to model for me? says the lousy painter to every woman who walks within earshot. Feeling a little dead? Maybe you spend a weekend faking a French accent, maybe you buy an even more expensive stereo and build a separate and self-sufficient world inside the garage. Something happens something happens something happens. Repetition repetition repetition. The saddest painting I ever saw was on the carpet in my friend's hallway where he tripped one night carrying a gallon of red. This was just before the divorce. Just after he told me he was trapped inside some idea of himself, one he swore bore no relation to what the rest of us had been seeing. "Nice shirt" has always meant too many things.
Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word 'Save'
If you have seen the snow somewhere slowly fall on a bicycle, then you understand all beauty will be lost and that even loss can be beautiful. And if you have looked at a winter garden and seen not a winter garden but a meditation on shape, then you understand why this season is not known for its words, the cold too much about the slowing of matter, not enough about the making of it. So you are blessed to forget this way: jump rope in the ice melt, a mitten that has lost its hand, a sun that shines as if it doesn't mean it. And if in another season you see a beautiful woman use her bare hands to smooth wrinkles from her expensive dress for the sake of dignity, but in so doing reveal the outlines of her thighs, then you will remember surprise assumes a space that has first been forgotten, especially here, where we rarely speak of it, where we walk out onto the roofs of frozen lakes simply because we're stunned we really can.