postcard from nowhere

I never know what to write on this day. I just don't.

I send postcards to M. I make them out of pictures that I like and then I put a quote on the back. Usually nothing else but that - a quote and a picture. M has been doing something like this on her blog for a little while, calling it Other People's Words.

I'm borrowing from her today to send you this postcard from nowhere, because I don't know what to say.

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatiance, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone, I sit on the side with a coffee and write in my daybook, I examine the flight schedules that I've already memoriezed, I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to lose but lost and have to remember, being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine, and at the end of the day I fill the suitcase with old news.

- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close