John Singer Sargent, Gouache &Watercolor, 1918
Imperial War Museum, London.
Dear Troubled Mind,
I was listening to some people I hardly know, strangers, chance encounters really. They had all kinds of sorrows; I wanted to pack them up for them, and I had only "oh!" and "I'm so sorry" as salve. Which isn't much.
Laurie Anderson mentioned on the radio joining a crash club. In this club you tell about your crash until it bores even you, until the story loses its power, its energy.
Let's meet here anytime, it will be our own little virtual crash club, for the emotional accidents, for falling out of love, or falling out of favor, or landing hard any old place. Bring your struggles, your mishaps, your heartbreaks, your deaths, and we will tell the story until our ears bleed together.