O noon that's vaulted wide,The truth I care about passes my tongue and reaches fullness! before it ends again.
but for one hour infuse my eyes
with that good light which was before eyes were—
melt down the lie of colors...
—Gottfried Benn*
When I look back from the farthest future, this will be the most vivid filmstrip that'll present itself, my lunch hours: how I outlast people in the dining room and then have a wonderful 30-minute walk to the office.
I, too believe you can never perfectly duplicate anything, let alone an experience, an astonishing experience. And so as much as possible—it is always possible—I try different places and different food in different noons.
*I received 2 remarkable messages today, one from Althea (Kanina pa ako natatawa mag-isa! Dahil naaalala ko long poem ko!') and the other one was this short verse by GB, texted to me by JO.
