“That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--everything from a baby up to twenty years old. Sometimes I wonder if all that might still be inside it. Got to make an impression on a thing, reflecting the same person every day.” IfsYearsPersonsSaidStillsSometimesWholeMightHateWonderGrowing UpGrowingBabyLetting GoDaughterI HateTwentiesMirrorsImpressionMy DaughterReflectingSometimes I Wonder Author:David Wroblewski
“She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for more of it, though she hadn't understood why. Now she held inside her a cacophony of times and lately it drowned out the world. The apple tree was still nice to lie near. They peony, for its scent, also fine. When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It could be hard to choose the time outside over the time within.” WorldWayStillsHardRunningYoungLyingBoysPathNiceTreeFineUnderstoodHungerWoodsBreatheApplesScentInsatiableApple TreesCacophonyWhy NowPeoniesInsatiable Hunger Author:David Wroblewski
“I think it’s just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same time. And we still wouldn’t know what to do differently. Everyone just muddles through, trying not to make too many mistakes.” ThinkingKnowsTryingStillsEarthHeavenMistakeHellMuddleHeaven Hell Author:David Wroblewski
