The Age Of Silence

I was reading this book on the train today:

There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bundle of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone.

The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes, the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence…

                                                                                                           –The History Of Love; Nicole Krauss

I wish I wasn’t such a lousy crybaby, then maybe I wouldn’t cry so much when reading or at the movies or even watching Friends, which is supposed to be a comedy, dammit!

Or maybe:

I should just stop reading on public transport.

July 12, 2006. MY So-Called Life.

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