The New Sense

Tuesday, July 23, 2002

That's hilarious — I was thinking the exact same thing as B— about the Pope! I was beginning to get all doubtful about us — wondering if it wasn't just sexual attraction that made us hook up in the first place, but his email today made me remember that we really do share a sense of humour, and as any good girls' mag will tell you — laughter is soooo important in a relationship.
At the same time, this cryptic plan of his is really frustrating me. "Be patient," he says. It's way easier to type those two words than to look down at your stomach and think about the baby growing inside while the father is on the other side of the country on some probably hopeless quest and just 'be patient'.
Went to see Minority Report this evening with Kelly. I enjoyed it, but she thought it was stupid. Afterwards she went out for dinner with John, as it's his birthday today. I can't watch a film like that any more without thinking about B—'s sense. I know he's not psychic, like those weirdos in the movie, but it did make me realise how hellish life could be for him and others like him if the wrong people decided they needed their 'help'.
I keep trying to imagine his world. Sometimes I walk around in the apartment with my eyes closed, so that all I can do is navigate by sensing differences between light and darkness. I then try to imagine 'feeling' the shapes of walls and objects around me, but it's no good — I just keep on seeing them in my mind. The good old Tyranny of Sight.
Now it's the Tyranny of sleep that's got a hold of me. How big can the fetus be? A couple of inches? It sure takes a lot of energy to grow such a tiny thing.

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