January 2010
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Oh, You Glorious Voyager!
Oh, You Glorious Voyager! You walk on bringing ruin in your wake, yet still you are loved. Oh, You Wonderful Traveler! Never stopping, always running. From what, I wonder? Do you even know? Oh, You Strange Nomad! Idolized forever, your song is sung by millions, yet still you wish for death. Oh, You Mysterious Drifter! The world you travel loves you, yes, but do you love it? I think not.
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Craftsmanship.
& he worked for hours & days & weeks, selecting & editing & working, shaping the audio into a cohesive whole, picking & choosing clips, & not necessarily clips that he likes but clips that are important to him. Clips of them laughing & clips of them smiling & clips of them just being together & in a lot of these clips you can’t actually hear much but he...
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Five truly remarkable things I have seen.
Elm Street at night.
The way that, when you’re riding the train in the early afternoon, the sun is so bright that the glare is all you can see and the wires above the tracks speed by like birds and how when another train goes by it goes so fast that when it ends it just sort of disappears from view in the blink of an eye.
Snow falling in early autumn. The leaves are orange and yellow and brown...
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Envelopes
I opened the drawer of her bedside table and there was a bible and a few candles and some change and a stack of envelopes held together with a rubber band. Each envelope was addressed to someone she knew. There were no return addresses, but they were stamped and sealed and everything was ready for me. She had been prepared for this. One for John, one for Helen, one for her mom and one for her dad,...
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She Opens Her Eyes
1.) She opens her eyes for the first time in a long time. I smile at her and she tries to smile back but it looks like she’s grimacing in pain so she shuts her eyes again.
2.) The water runs down the drain. I stare, captivated by the swirling liquid, waiting for it to get hot. I stand there for fifteen minutes before I catch myself.
3.) The knife slices through the chicken breast slowly and...