Excerpt wridrawn (written+drawn) by myself from the book, History of Love by Nicole Krauss.
If you can't read it (I know people have a bit of hard time with my handwriting), here's what it says:
My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We deneid whole rooms, years, weathers. Once at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked, "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said.
And man this cough of mine is giving my upper abs or stomach a work out, COUGH OUT!
4 comments:
THERE IS NO SPOON
If you get unsick or feel up to it let's hang out this week :)
your a talented girl miss ellen lee!
Loving both the story and the handwriting!
THIS IS NOT A COMMENT!
Aw you guys are super nice, thanks David and Tobias.
And yes, Andy, hangouts soon!
To be clear, er, I didn't make up the text, it's by Nicole Krauss.
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