The Art of Crying
How to make a book
Hello My Crying Angels,
As the day of “The Art Of Crying” launch approaches, I have nothing but tears of reflection. I have been going back in my head to the process of making a book, it is a strange and cosmic process which I sometimes vaguely remember.
Instructions to make a book with tears
You will need:
A childhood bedroom that smells of baby cologne and carpeted floors.
A grain of salt from a South American thunderstorm.
Two parts of eating cherries until your lips are purple.
Three parts “overcoming” an unprecedented pandemic.
One soft grandmother, one tough and caring mother.
Two Hundred visits to the Egyptian Wing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
One pop corn machine.
A mix tape that sounds on repeat on an old car that smells like dust: David Bowie, Caetano Veloso, Laurie Anderson, Mercedes Sosa.
You’ve got mail.
A pair of new eyes, that get easily overexposed to the sun.
Holding your breath under the water.
Pretending you are an old english woman by putting you hair backwards after you get out of a pool.
Making ends meet.
Staring at dust through rays of light.
A graduation party where you only know your best friend.
A transatlantic flight.
Misspelling your own name.
A bubble maker, an ice-cream maker, hard bubble gum stuck under your school desk.
Two love letters you wrote to your high school crush and never sent.
The dead of winter through your bedroom window.
The sound of your parents having dinner with friends as you fall asleep.
A song you made up and never left your head.
The smell of shampoo after a beach day.
The tears you cry because you feel there is no place for you in this world.
A Youtube video of baby elephants being touch by their mothers trunks.
A suitcase that you never made.
The voice of someone that has left the earth.
The visions of the deep ocean.
Finding yourself in a Renaissance painting.
Accepting you might never know love
Unconditional love for Parker Posey.
Missing Raquel, your imaginary friend.
Finding hope in loneliness.
Turning a car around to visit a ghost town.
Three rubber bands that create the shape of a heart, while you are talking on a landline phone at your dad’s office.
A ride home.
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If you are in New York City, please come to my book launch event next Wednesday May 1st at Strand.
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/pepita-sandwich-eugenia-mello-the-art-of-crying-tickets-820201453627
