Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed. They remember the tree that died, the gull that splattered onto the hood of the car. They live by symbols. They read meaning into the barrage of spam on the unused computer, the delete key that stops working the imagined abandonment in the decision to replace it.
Joan Didion
Whatever Speaks to Me!
"I am large, I contain multitudes!" - Walt Whitman
June192012
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