All too soon

I haven’t been able to get this out of my head since I read it; it’s from a fiction piece by Jonathan Safran Foer excerpted in the New Yorker:

I counted the seconds backward until he fell asleep, and then started counting the seconds backward until he woke up. We took the same walks again and again, and again and again ate at the same easy restaurants. He suddenly drew, suddenly spoke, suddenly wrote, suddenly reasoned. One night I couldn’t help him with his math. He got married.

July 15, 2010   Tags: ,