Thursday, July 15, 2010

Somebody hand me a chisel

I am ticking off miles and days alike, mindlessly speeding through summer.

Still trying to get through a rereading of East of Eden - there are parts of this book I want to write down and remember and there are parts I wish to forget. So much like life.

Interesting how we build a wall of resentments, brick by brick until all we see is the mortar and grout of our grievances.

5 comments:

M-Cat said...

I love that sentence. I need to write it down and put it on my fridge for a particular offspring of mine to see it!

Kimberly said...

That last line - wisdom and poetry beautifully mingled.

tiburon said...

Excellent thought. I have never read that book before.

Elizabeth-W said...

LOVE LOVE LOVE East of Eden/Steinbeck. He writes so beautifully I just want to cry.

Omgirl said...

I read it in high school. I don't remember much about it other than that it was kind of depressing and that when we watched the movie after raeding it I thought James Dean was really an odd duck.