Means so much that you say that: big time discouraged. Actually seriously thinking of leaving Substack--despite the friends I've made here--and the man who want to date me, not so btw, though that stuff is a bit crazy.
Oh, man the burn of betrayal. You capture it so well. And the colors of fire are woven in so well—how its beauty can deceive, how it can give both life and destruction, how we are endlessly unable to look away from it.
Mary, this chapter hurts in all the right ways. I listened to it three times to let its meaning really sink in. The distinction you make between fire and conflagration and how it relates to Lena's marriage (and affair) makes me appreciate the nuances of a flame all the more—the way it can warm and also burn, the way it can be controlled but also destroy, the way its color can appear cool but still scald. As usual, you make think more deeply on subjects, objects, and phrases, appreciating the many ways the external mirrors the internal.
I'm really hit by the way you are using fire in so many complex ways. This just gets better and better.
Means so much that you say that: big time discouraged. Actually seriously thinking of leaving Substack--despite the friends I've made here--and the man who want to date me, not so btw, though that stuff is a bit crazy.
Oh, man the burn of betrayal. You capture it so well. And the colors of fire are woven in so well—how its beauty can deceive, how it can give both life and destruction, how we are endlessly unable to look away from it.
Oh, what an eloquent comment that builds on my imagery. You are magic, Holly.
Mary, this chapter hurts in all the right ways. I listened to it three times to let its meaning really sink in. The distinction you make between fire and conflagration and how it relates to Lena's marriage (and affair) makes me appreciate the nuances of a flame all the more—the way it can warm and also burn, the way it can be controlled but also destroy, the way its color can appear cool but still scald. As usual, you make think more deeply on subjects, objects, and phrases, appreciating the many ways the external mirrors the internal.
Oh, so kind, dear Kimberly.