And it’s hard to know whether to be struck more by the conviction and energy of the effort, or by the tenacity of the silence surrounding it. Somehow they seem the measure of each other.
Amorphousness was Nasreen’s element. And if the Internet in general, with its rich opportunities for shape-shifting and self-reinvention, was her natural medium of expression, then this forwarding system was the perfect refinement, allowing her to take on the identity of anyone she liked.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Bipolar Sunshine
When you read a book, what you see are black squiggles on pulped wood or, increasingly, dark pixels on a pale screen. To transform these icons into characters and events, you must imagine. And when you imagine, you create.
