  ...And one hour becomes two, becomes three, becomes... And between the dodging of insincerities, and superficialities, pleasantries, flirtations and filiations a much needed call is missed. The brevity of "I'm sorry" somehow is too short to capture the elapsing of four hours time, even though I am. [ I would have rather stayed home and translated Heidegger. ] One obligation of the philos intrudes the presence and privation upon an-other, one gift given, another removed. For the first time in weeks I slept poorly again last night... backBlog('100503','Apotropos') urlLink Feedback 
