16 December 2012
2 november 14
i like to piece seemingly unconnected things together. like so many squares on a quilt.
i wonder how much of this is because i am a biographer. how much is rooted in the fact that, instinctively, i read life- imposing onto it an order, a structure, a linearness that maybe is not there.
case in point:
the morning after the philosopher and i broke up, i received an email from a biographer asking for proofreading help on her book. at the time i saw this as A SIGN of great things to come. precisely what those great things would be, i didn't have a clue.
that was january 2010.
yesterday, november 13th, the biographer's book was published. last night, i came home and it was waiting on my doorstep.
this morning, november 14th, my visa application was approved. this morning we learned i am moving to london. for real.
seemingly unconnected things piece together and here is why that is cool: because these seemingly unconnected things, once pieced together, remind you of how little you once knew. of how small your dreams once were. how still so much is to come.