People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
--Diane Setterfield
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I must be going through a major something. My tummy has been in knots for the past two days.
I wish I could pinpoint what it is... I have some ideas but they are sketchy... and don't really give me any comfort.
no. not food. more like stress. ambiguous stressors. Things like when you were in High School and you had a huge crush on a guy and your tummy fluttered every time he passed you in the hall. Then one day you have a huge project or exam and you are nervous about it and this guy comes walking down the hall, right at you, and you tummy is in some serious knottage. Something like that... but I don't know the guy or the test. I don't know what it is exactly.
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Food sensitivity? www.alcat.com They take insurance if you have a PPO plan. Good luck.
no. not food. more like stress. ambiguous stressors. Things like when you were in High School and you had a huge crush on a guy and your tummy fluttered every time he passed you in the hall. Then one day you have a huge project or exam and you are nervous about it and this guy comes walking down the hall, right at you, and you tummy is in some serious knottage. Something like that... but I don't know the guy or the test. I don't know what it is exactly.
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