Wednesday, October 09, 2002

On the bus on the way home from work I was reading an article in The New Yorker, a sort of typically dense economics article, by turns engrossing and numbing, and I began to drift off and I actually noticed the words and phrases losing their meaning until I reached a strange, delicate limbo in which I was not sleeping, not quite dreaming, and yet I began to read a completely different meaning in the text than that which was intended. I mean, completely different. Apparently irreconcilable to the actual words on the page. And yet I was reading the words, and the meaning I perceived was driven by the act of reading those very words. For a while the misapprehension centered on sex. The text was about unscrupulous CEOs and their greedy abuses but I understood it to be about sex, the sex act, and quite violent sex I think, at one point.