Dream.M’s Reviews > Goodbye, Columbus > Status Update

«How would I ever come to know her... for as she slept I felt I knew no more of her than what I could see in a photograph.»

Actually we did not have the feelings we said we had until we spoke them—at least I didn’t; to phrase them was to invent them and own them. We whipped our strangeness and newness into a froth that resembled love, and we dared not play too long with it, talk too much of it, or it would flatten and fizzle away. So we moved back and forth from chairs to water, from talk to silence, and considering my unshakable edginess