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she was all she had and it was more than enough for now.
she was a survivor, living within.
she gathered momentum by living within, contained by a fascination with the view.
this trance, this daytime viewing, where any world awaited her arrival.
she merely closed her eyes and she was a survivor. she had no choice in the matter, it just happened this way. . .no victims in this
home.
she watched her life as she would a story, absorbing the view.
if she was lonely, that was merely a tragic act in a much larger drama, or was simply an aspect of character development.
if she had no career, that was a forthcoming episode, written into the subsequent draft.
and when there was nothing. . .no feeling, no access, no contact, no one, she turned the channel, chose a new view, changed the
context, created her own fabrication, a unique reality.
she was a survivor through no choice of her own.
her fascination with the view had begun in innocence, a bare curiosity, a form of entertainment.
she'd begun to take her cues from it.
she'd begun to rearrange her day to suit the view.
she'd begun to refuse to leave the daytime viewing, the mid-day game plan.
her world became arranged by the view.
she reduced her emotions to it an hour a day.
she devoted body and soul and a grand portion of the mind to it an hour a day.
the gures in the view were her best of friends for an hour a day, season upon season.
and a wanting began to grow, and she fed it.
the wanting was real and she kept it alive.
she fed it stories from a private reservoir of imagined events and wishful ideas.
invention, she had heard, was the key to diversion, a detour to wanting.
invention, she resolved, would be a change in the view.
she would create an access ramp to the world of other.
invention would be her vehicle, her form of mobility, her invisible realm of secret reward.
dreamtime became her horizon.
she breathed in fog, catching glimpses of herself through misty lenses.