And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.
I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
WAITING FOR SPRING TO ARRIVE
I created this illustration for Heartwork, an art benefit to raise money for the Target House.
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Edition sizes are extremely limited.
You make my skin feel too small and my soul too big for my body and I wish I was done missing you yet
My grandfather always says that is what books are for. To travel without moving an inch.
The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri
My child, have you ever flown in a plane? Will you be able to go halfway across the world, live in a cold city with freezing winters?
The Namesake, 2007
The best sentences orient us, like stars in the sky, like landmarks on a trail. They remain the test, whether or not to read something. The most compelling narrative, expressed in sentences with which I have no chemical reaction, or an adverse one, leaves me cold. In fiction, plenty do the job of conveying information, rousing suspense, painting characters, enabling them to speak. But only certain sentences breathe and shift about, like live matter in soil. The first sentence of a book is a handshake, perhaps an embrace. Style and personality are irrelevant. They can be formal or casual. They can be tall or short or fat or thin. They can obey the rules or break them. But they need to contain a charge. A live current, which shocks and illuminates.
Jhumpa Lahiri, My Life’s Sentences
You are still young, free.. Do yourself a favor. Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a pillow and a blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it. One day it will be too late.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake