It was later, when she got home and lay in the bed after her evening meal, that the day she had just spent would seem like one of the longest of her life as she would find herself going through it scene by scene. Even tiny details stayed in her mind. When she deliberately tried to think about something else, or leave her mind blank, events from the day would come quickly back. For each day, she thought, she needed a whole other day to contemplate what had happened and store it away, get it out of her system so that it did not keep her awake at night or fill her dreams with flashes of what had actually happened and other flashes that had nothing to do with anything familiar, but were full of rushes of colour or crowds of people, everything frenzied and fast.
Excerpt from Brooklyn by Colm Toibin.
Painting: Looking towards Trevose, Constantine Bay, Cornwall
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1 comments:
What amazingly beautiful paintings, blues and whites being one of my favourite combinations of colours, always reminding me of Cornwall. Do you miss being here? I have only lived here for 12 years and cannot ever think of living anywhere else. Wish I had grown up here like you. Hope you are enjoying France.
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