This event was attended by a single person and an audience in the fb stream of live video–
It was nice to use a microphone and have the event mostly be about reading her work. It was a great way to force myself to drop into the pacing of her words and the painterly approach she had to this short story.
I talked to my therapist about how I felt like Virginia Woolf did when she committed suicide. That she felt like she was a burden to her partner. Her madness, her shame, her sense of love to let her husband free of the pain of having a partner that was unable to remain stable.
Heart-breaking. I read A Room of One’s Own and it was mostly a reminder about how everyone should have universal basic income.
I think I wanna read the Lighthouse because it’s about painting. Not quite sure yet.