This is Beetroot
Wind to thy wings 
7 August 2003, 11:56
July 24
A dear friend of mine is dying. He can listen, but can no longer speak. At his bedside I finally got the hang of this relatively one-sided mode of conversation while he was sleeping. It was so hard to start anything up without a net, without a dependable sounding board. That’s the case in any conversation; it has to be two-way to really work.
When he’s not holding up his end of things, it’s a glaring omission. Mostly it’s because I don’t have his reserves of humour and cleverness. All I had to say seemed so flat without the leavening effect of his wit. I am the straight man to his funny man.
on my mind:
- film: talk to her (hable con ella)
directed by pedro almodóvar - song: loves me like a rock
by paul simon (1973 album: there goes rhymin’ simon)
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