"I can never say waht I want to say," continued Naoko. "It's been like this for a while now. I try to say something, but all I get are the wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposit words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to being with. It's like I'm split into ( Read more... )

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in
the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a
cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm
speechless:
I am living, I remember you.

- Maria Howe, What The Living Do