Friday, May 27, 2016

Ode to Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza

This happened slowly 
Like the melting of snow
After a long tussle
with the morning sun

Or

Like downloading an app
In a slow network

Slow things are becoming rare
She said
Even the assumptions of unsaid words
are becoming unbearably fast

A peculiar intermingling of real and virtual has taken everything slow away from life
He thought
while re-reading love in the time of cholera
that he read with such intensity twenty years back 

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