She keeps her own life a secret from herself. She repeats things until they are true, or until she can’t tell whether they are true or not. She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be. She avoids mirrors, and lifts a powerful telescope to find herself. She aims it into the sky and can see, or so she thinks, past the blue, past the black, even past the stars and back into a different black and a different blue - an arc that begins with her eye ……
Everything is Illuminated
Posted on Tuesday June 28th
