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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

gradations of interpretation and truth



 




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  1. whoa...a journey for the eyes and what we see (or wish to see...

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    1. oh, aimee, we can get so lost between what is and what we want. incredible, isn't it? where does truth lie?

      xo
      erin

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  2. i want to dwell in all these truths -

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    1. roxana, i believe you do more than most others. in fact, yes, yes, this is right, you dwell inside of the vast variation, the flux, the many, the all. i see it clearly. (you influenced this series, as you influence so much.)

      xo
      erin

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  3. this fading in and out, this sharpening and loosening of vision,

    is that not a metaphor of one's life span?

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    1. amanda, i hadn't thought of it that way but it could be. i hadn't gone beyond one moment, one experience of perception, which already holds such potential for variance. but a whole lifetime? why not!

      (i am reading alistair macleod's short stories from his book Island right now and i can't say if it is in his writing or what lies behind his stories or if it is only where i am at right now in my life, but i feel...i laugh, i'm not even sure what it is i feel but i look to the periphery as though something lurks there and i sense it more strongly than ever.)

      xo
      erin

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