Sunday, July 11, 2004

Yellow Fingers

People look alike in death.The same powdered flesh covering the tint of grey, the pursed blue lips painted red, the liver spots/wrinkles/crow's feet, the nails perfectly manicured, fingers stacked upon each other like mahjong tiles.(which is the main preoccupation of elderly fingers at one point or another). Cancer patients tend to look jaundiced. But maybe it's the light.

'The thing about cancer is that it can always exceed your worst expectations. There is something pornographic about cancer's ability to confound your imagination. Whatever new obscenity cancer comes up with to torment and torture you, it can always do worse tomorrow.' - Tony Parsons, 'man and boy'

Maybe I shouldn't be talking about the dead so flippantly, They might come to haunt me.

Sunday -- a day at once so pagan and so divine. (as read from the da vinci code), almost as incongruous as another female in church staring hard into your eyes, for a long time.

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