Sunday, July 27, 2008
If our house was hexagonal-shaped, then it could be possibly included in Borges's Infinite Library, but, sadly, its solidly rectangular. Picking up many of the volumes, I get the feeling that the text is incomprehensible, like the books in his Library.
A couple of days ago, our apartment only contained a few hundred books and my stuff. Yesterday my parents helped move Dutch completely out of his bachelor pad. As my father left me in a living room with stacks of boxes reaching to the ceiling, he jokingly said that our marriage could officially begin, that the stuff the judge said was "window dressing" compared to the reality of our stuff mingling together under one roof.