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

[criesbella.livejournal.com]

jodi:
bless you bless you bless you.
i want to tell a million stories about meetup.
and i also want to swallow them and keep them deep inside.
right?
xoxo, a

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

I am still trying to write a full description, and it's difficult. My friends have told me they've heard enough, they do not want to look at the September 10th pill, and sure, they want to hear the definition of luging, but if I could talk about something else for a while, they'd appreciate it. "You sat down, complained about the seat, and then 2 seconds later started to talk about Doug. I did wonder how long it was going to be."