Feb
17th
10
Today I gave someone a friendship bracelet. I held out all the ones I’d made, telling him to pick one. He immediately pulled out a red and gold diamond one, the first I made in that particular pattern. I’d spent hours on it, making knots and picking them apart, mostly at night in bed so that my mother would not see and tell me to stop wasting my time on frivolous things. After a failed attempt by me to tie it around his wrist, he put it in his camera case and declared that he would keep it there as a symbol of futility and let his camera unravel it. I’d offered him one because I wanted to salvage our friendship. Somehow this wasn’t what I had in mind.
