The eye does not see things but images of things that mean other things. However the eye may see, beneath this thick coating of signs, whatever it may contain or conceal, you leave without having discovered it.

What are these groundless imputations of the self? What am I looking for? Who?

...I followed him around the corner, but he had disappeared. I asked the receptionist what room he was in. "Sorry there's no one by that name here."

A friend of mine is absolutely terrified of dentists. So much so, she has her mother come with her to the office. When she told me about this I wasn't struck by its absurdity, instead I was reminded that there was a time when someone, beside myself, had provided comfort - reassurance. It must be a fine line between feeling helpless and being...

Once a man and his wife asked me directions to a shelter where they could find a warm meal and a good night's rest. I informed him that I unfortunately did not know where to find one. I did however give him some money to buy a bus ticket. His wife looked at me with shame in her eyes. I felt good about myself.