gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you’re looking for. if you’re picking raspberries, you see only what’s red, and if you’re looking for bones you see only the white. no matter where you go, the only thing you see is bones. sometimes they are as thin as needles, extremely fine and delicate, and have to be handled with great care. sometimes they are large, heavy thigh bones, or a cage a ribs buried in the sand like the timbers of a shipwreck. bones come in a thousand shapes and every one of them has its own structure.
:: from The Summer Book by Tove Jansson
