[...] When I was writing “Haven’t you heard?” I thought I would go back and change the ending. Introduce something more dramatic for Samira’s last days; after her brother dies, she walks into the room with her Art work hanging and suddenly sees the truth behind her neighbor’s scorn of her “work”. Of course it doesn’t mean anything, of course it’s all empty useless work, what was she thinking? She proceeds to destroy all her art work and keeps only a dried up paintbrush so that she will never fall for illusions again and lives in quiet solitude and muted bitterness for the rest of her life. [...]
12/1/06 at 11:56 am
[...] When I was writing “Haven’t you heard?” I thought I would go back and change the ending. Introduce something more dramatic for Samira’s last days; after her brother dies, she walks into the room with her Art work hanging and suddenly sees the truth behind her neighbor’s scorn of her “work”. Of course it doesn’t mean anything, of course it’s all empty useless work, what was she thinking? She proceeds to destroy all her art work and keeps only a dried up paintbrush so that she will never fall for illusions again and lives in quiet solitude and muted bitterness for the rest of her life. [...]