This
wonderful feeling of powerlessness. I am
standing opposite him. He, with his precision, once again throws the ball against
the curb. The ball describes a perfect arc when it bounces back and he catches the
ball where his hand expects it. I am offside
and feel somewhat lost, at first. But I am
standing on my own. I claim his beauty, it’s mine. I observe and delight in this wonderful feeling of
powerlessness.
I don’t
know if you played that game in your youth. A game that is lost. Due to too
much traffic, too many cars, the need to park your car in your street, and the
curbs have lost the proper requirements.
