Motherless
she sends me the following quote from Motherless Brooklyn, a Jonathan Lethem book i lent her for the trip.
"Then her hand fell lower, and mine too, and at that moment I felt my hand and mind lose their particularity, their pointiness, their countingness, instead become clouds of general awareness, dreamy and yielding with curiosity."
sharing seems to be a theme with me these days. captured as discussions on honesty or revelation or otherwise.
and i just interviewed the squatblogger about why he blogs and what he shares and he told me that my blog was "emotional." that i talked about emotion as opposed to ideas.
really. i don't know. i just write. and i'm becoming less and less clear as to why.
sometimes i think i write to practice writing. other times i think i want to share. other times i'm daring myself to be vulnerable. other times, there are things i want to communicate and this seems the best forum.
why do you read blogs? i'm writing an article if you have anything to share.
