The Dance

“Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads–at least that’s where I imagine it–there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let fresh air in, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live for ever in your own private library.” – Kafka on the Shore During the three weeks between my Arlington and D.C. residences, I commute “home” from Union Station to my parents’ house in Manassas by way of train, bus and car. The trip should take 1:25, and I’ve done it in 1:10, but the past three of four one-way commutes have been 1:50, 1:50 and 2:00. I exit the red line at Metro Center and walk west four blocks to the bus stop. When it arrives 10 minutes late, I take a window seat towards the front, reach into the back compartment of my backpack and grab the book-shaped, weighted, hard object. I open the brown cover imprinted with “Kindle,” flip the LED light at the top and read Kafka on the Shore from my last bookmark. I love this book, with its sexual charge and subconscious tunnels and teenage boy that reminds me a bit of me. This 35-minute ride to my car which is at the commuter lot is forced on me,...
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