After 5:00, 2013
Looked at again and again half consciously by a mind thinking of something else, any object mixes itself so profoundly with the stuff of thought that it loses its actual form and recomposes itself a little differently in an ideal shape which haunts the brain when we least expect it.
-excerpt from Virginia Woolf's short story, Solid Objects
once I accidentally took pictures on top of an already used roll of film.
ReplyDeleteWhen I got the pictures developed my mind totally freaked out. How could these pictures of mothers day flowers be superimposed on pictures of gardens in Michigan. I was not in both places at once.
Total panic mode.
Tho I guess this is not what you're referencing.
xo jane
Referenced or not, I like your story, Jane.
DeleteThat's what words do when I've been typing for too long.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean, Kate. Words were starting to blur before me yesterday.
Deletesometimes "days" do this to me... they act like objects blurring together...
ReplyDeleteYes, and then we know we either need to shake up our routine or take a nap, right?
DeleteI remember enjoying the collection of short stories you're reading now. It's interesting to see what she does with the short story form.
ReplyDeleteSome of these stories are appealing to me much more than others and I believe this might be because several are unfinished works of hers. I quite liked Solid Objects.
Deleteso true.
ReplyDeleteI find it is the same with words and their sounds. Repeat a word a few times and it loses its meaning and becomes a sound full of echoes and memories of something undefined and ungraspable.
Yes, Monica, and I like the way you describe it.
DeleteThis thought intrigues me. It reminds me of the paintings of Morandi in which the same series of objects re-appear - different each time.
ReplyDeleteGood call, Kate. Morandi. I've always liked the simplicity in his work.
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