January 30, 2009

The puzzle pieces make sense: ones with straight edges over here, the ones with the trees on them over there, the ones with glimpses of blue lake in this pile. I can organize, categorize, slide them around, note which ones have the right tab for the right slot. The picture unfolds, spreading across the table. This skill, however, never quite translates to what happens out in the world. There, things don’t fit the way I would like them to. There, there are so few straight edges and so many strangely-shaped pieces bearing unfamiliar imagery.

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