From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

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



Saturday, January 26, 2008

Eating the hospital bed...


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Originally uploaded by jameswwquigley
evidently he got really sick a day later...

does that say something to you?!

I'm thinking:

ironic that the place we go to heal physical maladies is so dangerous to go to if you are healthy...

Aidan ALWAYS gets sick... so perhaps it's not really the hospitals fault that it's bed was RIGHT THERE where a kid can eat it...

American treatment facilities are not as 'sanitary' as we'd all like to believe...

HE is SOOO CUTE!!!
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