Thursday, December 23, 2021

I fell into a half-sleep while reading a paragraph in Delillo’s “The Names” and the text suddenly revealed elaborate, deeper meanings, as though the words on the page pointed to another world or dimension. I woke back up and reread. There wasn’t anything remarkable about the paragraph after all—though it was good writing, it was literature, with whatever that entails. The experience left me with the feeling that all text inherently has that power and mystery.