![]() ![]() There she is, a human being, diving into the unknown, and she is wide awake. Each time I see the woman leap off the seventy-eighth floor of the North Tower-one high-heeled shoe slipping off and hovering up over her, the other stuck on her foot as though it were too small, her blouse untucked, hair flailing, limbs stiff as she plummets down, one arm raised, like a dive into a summer lake-I am overcome by awe, not because she looks like Reva, and I think it's her, almost exactly her, and not because Reva and I had been friends, or because I'll never see her again, but because she is beautiful. And I continue to watch it, usually on a lonely afternoon, or any other time I doubt that life is worth living, or when I need courage, or when I am bored. I watched the videotape over and over to soothe myself that day. Nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness. ![]() Trevor was on a honeymoon in Barbados, I'd later learn, but Reva was lost. Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation 301 likes Like Oh, sleep. “On September 11, I went out and bought a new TV/VCR at Best Buy so I could record the news coverage of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers. ![]()
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