From the essay "On Paul Ickovic's Photographs" in Writing in Restaurants :
I have always felt that people look on me as an outcast -- that simple request for a cup of coffee elicits a slight tightening around the eyes.
I have always felt like an outsider; and I am sure that the suspicion that I perceive is the suspicion that I provoke by my great yearning to belong.
I would like to live a life free of constant self-examination -- a life which may be ruled by the processes of guilt, remorse, hope and anxiety, but one in which those processes themselves are not foremost in the mind.
I would like to belong to a world dedicated to creating, preserving, achieving, or simply getting by. But the world of the outsider, in which I have chosen to live, and in which I have trained myself to live, is based on none of those things. It is based on observation.
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But for myself, I do not think this has been a choice on my part.
It is just the way I am constructed.
How I am surviving a heart attack and quadruple bypass, and maybe even surviving life...
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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