FJ: finding jackie (the initial articulation of my philosophy of ‘life-reading’ [+ angst re: the gossip loop v. silence])
jackie evades me. i’ve been writing about her for ten years and she has never seemed so unclear as now.
this is obvious in my work lately, wherein everyone around her seems vividly alive, jockeying to the forefront as she gets pushed further and further away, into the background, OF HER OWN LIFE. Continue reading →