From Samantha:
“What do you write about?”
This gives me pause. Do I give him the simple answer, or the complicated one? I’ve spent most of the last week by myself, pacing, waiting for things to happen. I’m impatient and, admittedly, a little grumpy. “I write about, um, memory.”
“I don’t understand.”
This doesn’t surprise me. “Well. You know how, when you have a memory, it’s really just a series of images that are vague, with a couple of points sticking out for reference? And then, when you try to put your memory in words, to tell it to someone, it comes out a little different than how you thought it looked in your head? What I do is, I try and find a way to make the words fit. I try to bring my life into focus. I bite my fingernails and try to tell people the contours of the jagged edges. You know. Like that.”
Sounds good to me — and, admittedly, it’s something I need to work on.
Maybe that’ll be a resolution for the upcoming year.
“People Everyday (Reprise)” by Arrested Development from the album 3 Years, 5 Months and 2 Days in the Life of… (1992, 4:56).