not sleeping anymore

An Intellectual Conversation

“Antonio Damasio is the Dr. Phil of neurology,” he tells me, in a forceful voice. I could have put together an argument, but I’m preoccupied with a memory of third grade, when I tried to defend the existence of Santa Claus. I’ve never met him. I’ve read about him. I’ve thought about him. I’ve heard a couple stories. I've listened to people taller than me. I just believe. I open my mouth to speak, but I say nothing. Inside me, emotion bulges, banging at my chest and varying my breaths. I stare at his name, Antonio Damasio, sideways down the spines on my shelf. I'm suddenly an adult, not because I pay my own rent, but becuase I look up and no one's there.

posted by d @ 11:25 PM