You know, I don't think there's anything I can say right now that will not seem trite -- or inappropriate -- against the backdrop of this photograph. I was going to write about how my life feels "frozen" these days --how everything just seems stuck, unable to break up and move. While searching for images to accompany this post, I found this photo almost immediately. Taken by Max Ortiz for The Detroit News, it accompanies this article.
I, of course, was using "frozen" simply as a metaphor. But I am not homeless in Detroit in the dead of winter, where metaphors mean jack-shit.
R.I.P
Margaret. I am in your Gotham class; this is my first ever comment to a blog post. Your post Don't Know Jack is so full of truth and so startling that I had to say something back: thank you. I,too, was thinking lately and writing to myself about this meaningless, frozen life I'm living ... but I am living.
ReplyDeleteYour other posted pieces are also thought provoking and beautiful. I am compelled to follow you awhile.
Jalu
Good work on this blog. I, on the other hand, have done nothing with mine and am embarrassed. Maybe now I will.