I've been wanting to pass this along all week: a photo of the classroom that housed my fall 2010 NYU fiction workshop. It comes via my former student Eric Kim, who's now applying for MFA programs. Sometime within the last week, he walked back to that classroom, which happened to be in the ground floor of a dorm, and took this picture. Something about that gesture moves me. ( Moves --is that the right word?) Maybe it's just that we know that the emptiness of the room is an illusion. Once a week, one fall, ten people made something together in that space. Sometimes it's hard to see that when we're still in it, busy talking and trying and pushing papers around.
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