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July 5, 2013

My last girlfriend had a photographic memory. It served her well through school- earning her three undergraduate degrees, a Master, and a Doctorate. This gift serves her well still : she is currently a superb clinical  pharmacist.


When we used to read side by side, she would quickly flip  the pages, snapping away like a camera, gobbling up the information. Meanwhile I  advanced a page or two, turned back, then inched forward again, hovering around  a word or murmuring a phrase and perhaps jotting it down in my sketchbook.


Our attempt at spending time together ended up with her annoyed and determined to go to sleep  while I read on into the night, scribbling, mouthing words, exchanging another word for the author’s, just to see how the meaning changed. It was like playing with a Rubik’s Cube, not in an attempt to finally  get the colors together, but to see the patterns evolve.




(Drawings from a recent session)


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