Edges

I just spent 3.5 hours in the anatomy lab today, afterhours, from 8 to 11:30 pm. Barbara seems to smell better in the evening, I don't quite know why. It was like a party in there, everyone basically camping out to study for our big exam next week. I knew it was time to leave when off handedly I asked Barbara a question, and she said no, as I was quizzing myself some structures on her arm. Barbara, being dead and all, can't talk, so it was my mind in a manifestation of her voice that answered my own question. I saw friends dancing with a skeleton in the corner. That was it. It was time to go home.

I am three quarter of the way through John Updike's novel, Seek My Face. I'm halfway through Cunningham's nonfiction novel Provincetown. If it weren't for Itunes and audiobooks, I think I would go crazy only dreaming of blood vessels and dancing skeletons. My favorite phrase from Updike in this book: "... the pre-dawn, before light begins to lift edges into being. I am trying, it may be, to paint holiness." Beautiful.