|March 18th 2009
The word 'career' and the word 'product'
are markers. A patter of feet in
the corridors of memory. A definition of future. But I will
call these frail objects a 'pat on the back'.
Incomprehensible! No one should pretend otherwise. So I will
retreat behind the barricade and while I listen to that patter of little
feet and look for the shiny face, I will follow Tam's wife and 'nurse my
wrath', praying for a chemical imbalance.
Freud never saw it that way. For him repair was out of the question.
So what remains. The word 'courage'
perhaps. Or 'bite me'.