Group photograph with Douglas Coupland

[squirmelia]

In the photograph, only a fragment of my face can be seen, which gives the impression that I was only vaguely there, as if I were just another faded scribble left on the wall. At the time I did not feel like that at all - It was the realisation of the physical presence of someone I deeply admire, as his arm was around me, almost as if he was holding onto me, that drew me back into the reality of the scene. I look at the group photo and smile when I see the other great people from different parts of the world I was sharing that moment with, and I know then that, in that connected moment, we were all a part of something amazing, and that will continue, it just has to. I wandered to a bookshop the day after, and opened up one of his books, and we were there in those books just as he was, all of us.

Comments

[solitarywalker.livejournal.com]

i'm odd: it strikes me as really cool that there exists one person who has met both of us.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Doug?

[(Anonymous)]

so where is the photo? I've seen old photos of Coupland, I wonder whether he has changed at all.Where was the meet?

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Where are photos of you?

He looks a little older, but I think he looks healthier than he did a few years ago. The play was in Stratford-Upon-Avon - I shall write about it soon.

[solitarywalker.livejournal.com]

Aye

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I find it cool too, especially since it is he, someone amazing, that has met us both. It gives me that sort of warm and fuzzy feeling and flutteriness in my stomach, which it may not do if we had both met say, someone who has no significance to me.