Friday, February 22, 2013

Night mares

“When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would stay with her, 
brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning 
(The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it, he said), and more than that: 
once her eyes closed and she fell back asleep, he was left to bear the insomnia. 
There was a complete transfer, like a speeding billiard ball colliding with a resting one." 
-- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Night mares 2-22-13