Order of Harpoons :: Digitalia :: Dobre Vecher (1)Matthew Shindell
. . . I'm rebuilding my dead grandmother in a computer. Last night I emailed her a cup of coffee. Look. "Say 'Hello,' Grandma." Grandma says, "Hello." . . . "Grandma," I say, "now you are like stones on the water." She doesn't understand. I can't explain; I'll try: "Grandma, when you first came, they said the work was in the forest. Boys nailed radios to fence posts and you said you clapped. You were a little Jewish girl." She was a little Jewish girl. She has forgotten. "When food still came from the ground," I add. "You sewed buttons on trees, I think." "Put me in my body," she says. Her body is gone. "I'll have to look," I say. "It's not really in the budget." I put a woman's body on my list of unforeseen expenses.
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