“I don’t like to miss anything, but I’m designed to miss almost everything — to see one center of one universe when really there are billions, to live through less than one-hundred of countless Januaries, to turn down only one street in New York City when there are so many streets all over the world, to miss moments with people because I’m looking at one thing instead of at another, noticing one thing instead of another, holding on to an idea.”
– From a really lovely essay called Erasure: Reading “The Memory Factory” over at Bookslut.
I twittered about this yesterday, but here’s the long story:
We’ve been taking walks around the neighborhood, and have noticed an overabundance of rabbits. Like, everywhere. Yesterday evening I commented that there must not be many predators — I hadn’t seen any stray cats, for example.
Well, you know how it goes. As soon as you open your mouth, you get the exact thing you were talking about. Which means that as I was pulling into the apartment parking lot yesterday afternoon, I saw an incredibly skinny tabby cat jog past with a baby bunny (clearly dead, flopping about as though its neck was broken) in its mouth. I felt a moment’s sympathy for the bunny — but that cat was clearly starving.
I don’t know what happened. When I was a kid, watching those fun, grainy, Disney nature programs, I always sided with the bunnies! Now, I’m like, cat’s gotta eat.
I guess this means I got old.
Books that I picked up the other day: