Friday, September 22, 2006
A couple of weeks ago my mother asked me to take a picture of the study carrel I use in the library. She didn't believe it was actually that small and wanted proof. So I snapped this photo quickly on my way out of town. Now that I'm not there, I find myself looking at it and thinking that, though not a good picture, it seems so representative of my life in so many ways. While I'm away from it, I ache for it a little. And when I'm there? I both love and hate the small, dark space and what it demands of me. That something so still could represent something so roiling with passion is one of the things I love best about what I do.