Well, truth is, I'm not totally sure, but, without looking it up, I read it as a loneliness that can't be redeemed or mediated. The present mediates everything with its insistent specifics, its surfaces and edges, you know? Skinning our hands against the rough parts is one way we know it's love.
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Date: 2008-11-30 07:44 pm (UTC)