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not a post-mortem post
Saturday, December 6, 2008 - 6:00 PM

the woman who lives alone
i am the woman who lives alone. i have no husband, no children, no lover, not even a cat. Please do not think i mind living alone, in my old house, among my things. but on such a night, when the moon is a white blossom in a blue garden, it is good to walk outside in the back yard, and to breathe deep among the zinnias. you who lack the courage to live alone, do not dare to pity me. only sometimes, on such a night, i would like to hear the sound of voices. we who live alone can grow funny in our habits, because there are no others to tell us about ourselves. sometimes we put on only one sock. sometimes we speak aloud in the warm night air. how good it is, on such a night, to walk about in the yard, to smell the freshness of the grass. surely there is no law against it.

the beach on a summer night
...the loners, as they watch the unrolling of the waves, are careful to avoid each other. they are even more careful to avoid the lovers, who seem to feel they have a right to the whole beach. the lovers, for their part, take pains to avoid each other and are irked by the presence of the loners, whose footsteps sometimes pass so close to a blanket that the lovers grow tense. the lovers and loners are therefore very much aware of each other, but it is difficult to know what they are thinking. are the lovers grateful to the loners for making them feel fortunate? do they perhaps envy the loners their night freedom, far from the demands and the desires of another creature? as for the loners, it's easy to imagine that they are irritated by the lovers, who remind them of their loneliness, and who invade the beach as if to take over the last preserve of the solitary wanderer. it's possible of course that the loners, for reasons obscure to them, have come to the beach precisely because they know that the lovers will be here, on this warm summer night...

excerpts from a book i'm reading. thus far the plot is intriguing. i think i'm the loner who has gone to the beach because i know the lovers will be there, but unlike the loners he mentioned, the reason is definitely not obscure.

which type are you?