not a story, but a picture:
(hey! like a pitcher-book!)
p.s. i really wish someone had slipped emma bovary the arsenic around page 43. this woman is too self-centered to live. granted, her husband charles is complete oxygen-depletion personified, but GOOD GOD WOMAN. i wonder if "the vapors" were synonymous with middle-class ennui back in nineteenth century france? bleh.

http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=nordicglow&itemid=99306

this is taken from an art project i did for a class on celan and rilke last fall. it is a foine foine example of last minute bullduggery, esp. as i had made the pieces welllll before ever reading even a smidge of the course reading. wowsers.