you are the one
| April 14, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, on identity |
the most precious statement made in “Unaccustomed Earth”, by Jhumpa Lahiri, is the comparison of death to a dark room in a photo lab. “It must be something like this”.
I would hate to look at a picture of a person I’ve been close to, who’s died. All memories of them would dissipate, expressions, laughter in motion, frowns and facial flaws and reactions, to be replaced by the frozen, faded and distant perfection of that photo.
i resist this lump in the back of my throat, and i pretend i haven’t let go.
