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



Tuesday, April 7, 2009

dream

mike had a buddy who got him an interview, i was jst fired from lennar, so i tagged along with mike, we werethere at 10 am, interviews were not until 10 pm. i offered to hold a crying baby while the girl was talking with the ceo. he told me to take w walk so i ran around the building until the interviews. by that time the room had filled up and everyone knew me. we got tyhe jobs for persistance. then something about a tree house (scott was snoring so bad it woke my up and altered the dream) then we were back (later) for mikes friends interview. he was more qualified he had looked at mikes personnel file to cnfirm and somethings about some green drink that was served in shotglasses aat the ceo's nightclub, we'd get the non alcoholic kind...ND IT SMELLED YUMMY then the baby started to cry. and here i am .. nursing and typing with one hand while i am still asleep...

3 comments:

Janika said...

Chuckles. Of the most chuckle-y sort.

Yamaha Drummer said...

Wow, my dreams are much less vivid! I can see why Lennar let you go though, that commute leaves you with little energy at work.

Unknown said...

HAHA!