A Few Thoughts On Longing
Hearts are strange, I say to you, telling you about a book I am reading. At the heart of things, we like to say, as though it were the same heart for all things, a shared heart for everyone. A heart that does not beat, that has nothing to do with death at the heart of things. When you are gone, this is what I remember. How you were always at the heart of life itself, how easily you reached into the heart of important things, you, the unstoppable friend of my heart Dressed: The Secret Life of Clothes. Shahidha Bari