{"id":131,"date":"2003-02-12T00:53:32","date_gmt":"2003-02-12T05:53:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinepage.com\/wp\/2003\/02\/12\/90311338\/"},"modified":"2003-02-12T00:53:32","modified_gmt":"2003-02-12T05:53:32","slug":"90311338","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2003\/02\/12\/90311338\/","title":{"rendered":"90311338"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In a part of town not too far from me, Steph is reading <a href=\"http:\/\/unadorned.org\/dandruff\/archives\/2003\/02\/11\/001370.html#001370\">under the dim light of a lamp<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Later that night, I finally settled on the couch <a href=\"http:\/\/www.librairiepantoute.com\/magazine\/rencontres\/turcotte.asp\">with a book<\/a>, very close to the heat of the fireplace. I turned all the other lights off in my place and kept a dim light on. As I started reading and struggled to form the words in front of me, I heard the voice of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2002_09_01_archive.html#85425230\">my mother<\/a>. She said: &laquo; Tu vas te briser les yeux \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd force de lire dans le noir, ma liseuse! &raquo;<\/p>\n<p>She used to worry about my reading habits, claiming I would ruin my eyes. She would walk up to my reading spot and turn a lamp on, or get it closer to my book. More than the weak light, I think she worried about the fact that I was very, very far away, and she wanted to bring me back to her world, if only for a second.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight, as I heard her voice, it was my turn to be glad she was back. For a second.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a part of town not too far from me, Steph is reading under the dim light of a lamp. Later that night, I finally settled on the couch with a book, very close to the heat of the fireplace. I turned all the other lights off in my place and kept a dim light&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2003\/02\/12\/90311338\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">90311338<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}