I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Friday, December 30, 2011
Now Hear This!
An old friend invites me for coffee and offers a buffet of
half-finished sentences, sound bytes on a roll, and transitions to
somewhere. There is a slight pause as he begins the one story I manage
to hear well enough to piece together. Regan tells me that conversations at home
are often difficult, so he recently encouraged his wife to schedule herself a
hearing test. The test came back normal, he says. He just mumbles.
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