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Scene | Dec 13 2007

Also, my face, in case you were wondering, is half-shaven. It’s true. I was shaving just now and remembered that I hadn’t sent this email yet, although I wrote most of it early this morning (the stuff up to the paragraph about snow). When I remembered this, I felt bad because maybe you won’t get the email today and so you will think that I’m not thinking of you when I am. Anyway, when I made the decision to stop shaving, I immediately envisioned a scene in which I’m standing across the street from our building (which in the process of burning to the ground), and there are lots of people there with me, watching it burn, and every now and then one of them looks at me and notices that half of my face isn’t shaven, while the other half is, and then there’s this moment when I see it dawn on this person that I must live in the burning building.