 Still feeling under the weather and continuing on with reading the works of Wendell Berry, I find this passage in Jaber Crow (a fictional novel about the barber of Port William, Kentucky): This is not an exactly true account of my life. The necessity of telling it has caused me to divide it into strands. Things that happened at the same time, different and even opposite feelings and thoughts that came all at once, have had to be strung out to be told. In fact, many things have always been happening all at the same time. Some of the funniest things have happened on some of the saddest days. Sometimes I have been happy in the midst of sorrow, or sorrowful in the midst of happiness. Sometimes too I have been perfectly content, in the amazing state of ignorance, not yet knowing that I was already in the presence of loss. Having kept a journal for a number of years and having been a constant taker of photos since college days, I find that this passage often applies to both . Comment (1) | Permalink |
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