ἀπορɛία April 6, 2013Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Odd Words, Toulouse Street.
I am thinking of having this word, aporia, tattooed on the back of my neck. As I leave whatever has transacted—an evening of emptying beers and filling ashtrays, the exchange of money and objects most likely books, an unexpected kiss walking to the car—you will be left to wonder as I do if we are merely acting out the roles we believe we have created for ourselves or if something genuine yet invisible, the play within the play, palpable as static electricity, has just occurred. Or will someone, not necessarily ourselves, wake from this dream and forget it all before the coffee is ready?
Originally posted at Alternative Roundezvouz Tango.