Divisar

"I look into the distance for those I have lost," says Anna, "so that I see them everywhere."
~~Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero: A Novel 

From distance what are you casting your gaze at? What lies in the deepest recess of your eyes that puts the world in a reflection to which no one but you yourself has the secret access? It's so heartbreaking to hear this of your said.

And your saying that, my dear Anna, must be more heartbreaking.

Kafkaesque Fragment

Reading Kafka's "Wedding Preparations in the Country". A fragment, an incomplete work. A work that might never have had a chance to complete itself, would Kafka have enough time at his disposal.

A trip that averts and abhors its destination is doomed to eternal procrastination. It is a trip that doesn't want to go anywhere and is all but happy to go nowhere. How can anyone, including Kafka, impart to such a trip a legitimate end? An end of any kind thus be given can only be illegal, almost by definition.

A fragment, this fragment, is born by nature.

It is, therefore, already complete.

Reversal

A reversal of fortune, I suppose.

Few years I got a chance to give myself a test of teaching in English. At the last minute, I flinched.

This semester my "Intro. to Western Lit." course has one foreign student whose presence I hadn't discovered until the first class session started. Out of reluctance, I have to teach the course in English the whole semester.

Forced to do so? In a way, yes.

Feel unhappy? No really.  Sometimes one has perforce to do something which, only years later, can prove itself beneficial and worthwhile.

Hope all this effort of mine would pay.