Thursday, May 14, 2009
This is the moment at dinner when I check out. Something has just been said that disappoints me but doesn't surprise me, or maybe it makes me remember the way things were in another time. The item blurs and so do I. But here's a new trick in my bag: I name the object. I note the noises around it. The object comes back into focus, next the people I'm with. Finally, I come around, and if I flash an embarassed smile I am usually forgiven.