15 June, 2010

The Fortress



I watched the sea of bodies detraining on the platforms and the crowds of men filled me with tenderness and something more muscular but still kind, a strength coming from the knowledge that so many of them need something they are not getting and I could give it to them, even if only for a few moments. Come to me, I think faintly sometimes, as I hold their faces in my gaze.
Women are like that too, of course—unsatisfied, desirous, sad—but I’m not nearly as experienced in relieving their burdens. I think most of us figure it out for ourselves sooner or later, no assistance required. But the men? As they age, men seem to split away from who they are while women wrap tighter and tighter, so in the end one is a fortress and the other is a fog.

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1 comment:

martin said...

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