Monday, November 29, 2010


"Why do you move around so much?"

My aunt Rafy was my Mom's best friend. She was one of those surrogate aunts that ends up being of more significance than most of your family. She has wild red hair and remembers things I forget.

"I never feel like I have a choice. He lived there so I had to visit. A movie shot there so I had to follow. Opportunities were... I don't know, I don't really have a choice."

"Do you feel like it's a way to avoid being committed? To anything?"

Now, that conversation echoes. I want to stay still.

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