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Thunderstorm coming in, cats pretending to be oozing pools of shadow in the hall, utter inability to either Do or Not Do.
I want to be a character in an Andrea Barrett novel -- having just finished Lucid Stars, in which astronomy and astrology are ways of exploring a dysfunctional family's dynamics. It's not the dysfunction I want: have had some of that. It's the sitting around in a comfortable group, talking about things that aren't immediate or real or on television. With cats named Alcor and Mizah. Who probably use their litter tray.
What's the word for a nostalgia for the life you never had?
I want to be a character in an Andrea Barrett novel -- having just finished Lucid Stars, in which astronomy and astrology are ways of exploring a dysfunctional family's dynamics. It's not the dysfunction I want: have had some of that. It's the sitting around in a comfortable group, talking about things that aren't immediate or real or on television. With cats named Alcor and Mizah. Who probably use their litter tray.
What's the word for a nostalgia for the life you never had?
