Death

有一些内心比较阴暗的文本，并不想简单的使大家看到。 同时为了确保日记能够真实的记录自己的内心，我还是决定把它写下来。想查看可以和我随时联系，如果任何人愿意了解，那么我会将自己所有暴露，或者有能力采取其他方式查看也请便。 ...

December 10, 2006 Dearest Clare, As I write this, I am sitting at my desk in the back bedroom looking out at your studio across the backyard full of blue evening snow, everything is slick and crusty with ice, and it is very still. It’s one of those winter evenings when the coldness of every single thing seems to slow down time, like the narrow center of an hourglass which time itself flows through, but slowly, slowly. I have the feeling, very familiar to me when I am out of time but almost never otherwise, of being buoyed up by time, floating effortlessly on its surface like a fat lady swimmer. I had a sudden urge, tonight, here in the house by myself (you are at Alicia’s recital at St. Lucy’s) to write you a letter. I suddenly wanted to leave something, for after. ...