What.Ju.Sturbie.Writes.

......" 18. MY MOTHER NEVER FELL OUT OF LOVE WITH MY FATHER..."

She's kept the love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air. Being the only known complex life-form to do this, she should have a species named after her. Once, Uncle Julian told me how the sculptor and painter Alberto Giacometti said that sometimes to just paint a head you have to give up the whole figure. To paint a leaf, you have to sacrifice the whole landscape. It might seem like you're limiting yourself at first, but after a while you realize that having quarter-of-an-inch of something you have better chance of holding on to a certain feeling of the universe than if you pretended to be doing the whole sky.

My mother did not choose a leaf or a head. She chose my father, and to hold on to a certain feeling, she sacrificed the world. "

THE LAST WORDS ON EARTH

.....After Mrs. Freid on the fourth floor died, and it took three days before anyone found her, Bruno and I go into the habit of checking on each other. We'd make little excuses - I ran out of toilet paper, I'd say when Bruno opened the door. A day would pass. There would be a knock on my door. I lost the TV Guide, he'd explain, and I'd go and find him mine, even though I know his was right there where it always was on his couch. Once he came down on a Sunday afternoon, I need a cup of flour, he said. It was clumsy, but I couldn't help myself. You don't know how to cook. There was a moment of silence. Bruno looked me in the eye. What do you know, he said, I'm baking a cake.

A story of 14 year old Alma Singer, trying to find a cure for her mum's loneliness after the demise of her father.
A story of old man Leo Gursky, trying to survive a little longer and is inspired to write a book.

Witty. Emotional. Moving. But, original.

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