* "Let everything happen to you:beauty and terror"
Rilke
* My mother had a "you will get better or die" attitude about illness. Doctors exclaim when they see my eardrums (scarring). No trip to the ER when I fell out of a window while sock skating on the newly waxed floor of my brother's bedroom (I am thinking she did not even know about the ER). Drying the inside of my ears (with the hair dryer) before leaving the house this morning I remembered the way she would warm up her hand for me to sleep on it when my ear hurt.
* I bought a drum. I bought a tambourine. Room mate has the overnight shift. Walls, prepare to vibrate.
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