Written on September 16th, 2003 – Based on a conversation with a friend (referred to in this post as ‘you’). I think my failing, my utter failing, is my tendency to feel as much as I can, whether it is pain or joy. I have often plumbed the utter depths of despair, but you have not often seen me like…
Last week I discovered Hong Yi’s amazing art; as you can see from the link, she’s on a mission to play with her food for a month. Her work captivated me and I became an instant fan. I think she’s clever and wonderful, and I would love for her to press ahead with her dreams of making her food art…
For my boyfriend: There are very few people in the world with whom I can be myself; I don’t have to be all those things I make myself be; Perfect, well-turned-out, mature, diplomatic, laid-back; I can show you raw. I can show you bare. I can show you this. I can hear you breathing and we are both semi-wakeful, wrapped…