"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
My favorite was this haunted chicken coop, the hens pecking away nonchalantly behind faux tombstones. They don't need to make fun of death because, well, they have no idea they'll experience it one day.
We humans, of course, are another matter.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
1:41 PM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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