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     Monday, September 20, 2004

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    I've been reading Michael Marhall Smith's "Only Forward". In fact, I got very sunburnt yesterday reading in the sun in the back yard. Not really the point though. I found one of my favourite quotes. I'd forgotten how well written it is. Pretty much how I would have written it if I was trying to say the same thing. Okay, it's far superior to my writing.. but the same feel.

    "How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn't have any substance after all?
    Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. 'Plenty more fish in the sea,' they'll say, or 'You're better off without them,' or 'Do you want some of these potato chips?' They never really understand, because they haven't been there, every day, every hour. They don't know the way things have been, the way that it's made you, the way it has structured your world. They'll never realise that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don't understand the history, the background, don't know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately they don't know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone's alone in their world, because everybody's life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live.
    Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down."

    Posted at 11:57 AM #

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