it just accured to me that learning about the world and life in all its different forms and through the eyes of other people can prevent your world from falling apart completely just like i feel like the author is held and secured in a way by all these stories, something noone can take away from her but illness and growing old i suppose which is the thing that makes these words so fragile, jet honest and healing in a way since i really relate to the all in all feeling of seeing your life and the world we know falling apart in this messy and boundless kind of way while still having open eyes for small nuances. i feel like all these words she read are the ones that saved her cause as isolated as she might have been she is able to see and experience her surroundings closely and in support of the minds and words of others and through her own imense range of experiences. i feel like in the end this is what mattered more in this further collabsing society than building a secure but onesided life on the back of an illusion of safety. it makes me hopeful for the artist eventhough it is unexplainably hard to stay as close to realism as you have to in honesty. anyway, thank you for letting us take part in all of this, it was a real gift!!