Sadness of Domesticated Birds
She spent an afternoon staring at their front door.Waiting for someone? Yankel asked.
What color is this?
He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, It certainly tastes like red.
Yes, it is red, isn't it?
Seems so.
She buried her head in her hands. But couldn't it be just a bit more red?
Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time.
-Jonathan Safran Foer, from Everything is Illuminated
posted by Andrew @ 3:20 PM
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