"Back when Dylan and I were separating, I read a novel that really spoke to me. I treasured it. But several years later when I was in a much better place, I reread it, and it was #total sentimental drivel. Was I so stressed out when I first read it that I couldn't tell a good novel from a bad one?"
Pam shrugged. "Circumstance colors reactions. It was precious to you in a tough time. Maybe that's enough? If I were the writer, I'd be happy you loved it when you needed it."
Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
"You know the Ship of Theseus?" Anna asked her niece, spreading a patchwork quilt out on her lap.
"That's where you keep replacing one piece & then another, & eventually you've replaced the entire ship, but we think of it as the same ship?"
Anna nodded. "Well one day this quilt will be entirely different too." She pinned a strip of cloth along an edge. "Right now I"m just replacing the binding--it's #frayed along the #crease. "
"Quilt of Anna," said her niece, smiling.
