16 July 2009. Gray morning, chill. Pool water gray, too. Untoward...
Older woman with yellow bags, a pile of them, stacked on metal roller cart. Her narrow eyes veiled by wide-wing dark glasses, moving mouth, soft features, but ready to pounce. "You're crazy," she announces, accusing me under her breath...
Story of Levinas and the shoe store in Vienna, which he visited, children in tow--but the pair he tried on somehow just weren't right. Nevertheless, a great inner struggle as to whether he weren't indeed obligated to purchase them, the clerk having made such an effort.
Effort and grace. The island of Chiloé, somewhere south, off the Chilean coast. Dancers in narrow room, hurricane lamp, heavy clothes. Smiling. Refalosa y zamba, Cueca chilote también...
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