Let me read it to you: I am walking down a Buenos Aires sidewalk in scuffed shoes that I had intended to polish but never got around to. A whiff of diesel exhaust from an idling truck yanks me from this place and thrusts me into another where I am shivering outside a truckstop looking…
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6 responses to “The Meaning of Nothing”
Beautiful!
I love this! It was brought back to me long lost memories of my life.
Thanks Hank!
Always enjoy Kevin‘s writing. My takeaway was regret at not having stored such memories complete with all the senses of touch, taste, smell originally experienced. I still have the memories, but it‘s more like watching an old black and white movie.
Hi Joe! Thank you so much. Black and white movies are good too!
Hermoso escuchar tu mirada en los diferentes contextos.