A man who is hungry will do anything to feed. And love is a hunger like no other. If a man goes without love for a while he regurgitates his memories and sifts through them for any flavors he missed. As a man ages, and his tastes develop, even bitterness becomes palatable.
We see ourselves through the eyes of those we love. We are bound to like some of the things we see and dislike others. We see our character flaws in their eyes as clearly as we see our physical ones in a mirror. Did you ever notice how much better people look in direct sunlight? ThereContinue reading “The Light”
Do you know the feeling you get when you’re hiking and your legs are burning and you want to rest, or turn back, but you don’t? You tell yourself: just a little more, just a little farther, and it won’t be long before I reach my destination. The view from the mountaintop, a view thatContinue reading “The Slog”
Walking up Park Avenue the other day I made a right turn on 55th Street and headed east. There was a young couple walking in the other direction, holding hands, engaged in a serious conversation. As we got close to each other I saw him let go of her hand with an attitude of disgustContinue reading “Spraying Hope”
It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different. We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else.Continue reading “Specificity”