“Each of us carries a room within ourselves, waiting to be furnished and peopled, and if you listen closely, you may need to silence everything in your own room, you can hear the sounds of that other room inside your head . . . You can hope that you have found yourself among large-hearted people, passion is a beautiful thing, and so is understanding, the coming to understand something, which is a passion, which is a journey, too.”
In America, Susan Sontag
Here are some excerpts from our room:
Some babies like pacifiers, some lovies, some their own socks.
It makes me feel good inside.
After a day hike together, Dad and Clara came home with a lot of inside jokes.
“Hey, Dad! Remember how funny moose poop is. That was great!”
Some kind of beautiful.
Burgeoning rock star.
Listening to some cool jams on the Late Night Seventies station, Aaron gets Clara moving to “Papa was a Rolling Stone.”
An exhausting day at the laundromat. I’m sorry if Clara accidently called you.
Exactly what it looks like: Get me out of here!