Contra-golpe III

"When I saw Pete in the terminal, his face registered to me as blank and impossible to process as the first time I'd met him. [...] Everything was for the touching. Everything was buildings and bushes, parking meters and screen doors and sofas. Gone was the computer; the erotic darkness of the telephone; the clean, single dimension of Pete's voice at 1 A.M.[...] These moments were crowded with elements, with carpet fibers and direct light and the smells of everything that had a smell. They left marks as they passed. It was all wrong. Gravity was all there was."

Meghan Daum - On the fringes of the physical world, My Misspent Youth, 2001.

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