We affect what we read, change it, adapting it to the influence of experience to make it personalized and in motion instead of static and flat. Just so, our reading affects our reality.
Saul Bellow’s character of Henderson has left me his I want, I want! not only as an internal force felt by man but I hear it too in the shrieking call of the hawk. Starting early morning with fifteen minutes at most as occasional breaks, for two days running, he sits in the tall trees across the way giving voice to his own wants. I don’t know what it can be, but his persistence until dusk in the evenings makes me believe that he does and I try to imagine myself in his place.
If food is his focus, I would happily stake out a vole or a chipmunk, Indian-style as an offering.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I know what I “want,” but it’s either:
Too expensive,
or replete with inconvenient consequences.
Please get back to me on suggestions for framing photos up the wall by my staircase.