Tuesday, November 19, 2002

My day is somewhat of a "sadness of loss of an imaginary limb coupled with an elation of seeing famous places" kind of day...

"Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in 'sadness,' 'joy,' or 'regret.' Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, 'the happiness that attends disaster.' Or: 'the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy.' I'd like to show how 'intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members' connects with 'the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.' I'd like to have a word for 'the sadness inspired by failing restaurants' as well as for 'the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.'"
--from "Middlesex" by Jeffrey Eugenides

p.s. My knee hurts. It didn't earlier, but I walked up some stairs like a dork and fell down earlier in the day and banged it, and I'm starting to think that the knee thing is the Universe's way of telling me to slow the fuck down and feel things instead of always running away.

It still hurts too much to draw about it.

-----e
limping-girl

Posted by beth @ 10:41 PM PST [Link]

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