December 24th, 2004


The swamps are full of allegories

This book. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. Is breaking my heart very sweetly.

I'm only on page 33. I can only read a chapter or so before I start crying and eventually have to put it down again.

No wonder it will have taken me too long to read it....

quoting myself:

I am writing this as I lay dying[1], yet coming back to live this moment because it's all happening now, and now, and now. There's just one big now, and it's the same one. I am asking myself, what have I done? And why? And the truth is I'm still doing that choosing. I feel like I'm engaged in shaping my life as an all-present continuum in (at least) four dimensions. The things I'm learning today are having a profound effect on my childhood. I've crammed a lot of my essence into those years, because I like the way he thinks.