Jimmy Considers the Scar on the Tip of His Ring Finger
I ordered this sandwich once with paper-thin carrots in it. I can’t remember what else. I tried to recreate it. I failed. There’s transcendence when flesh comes against blade. The graphic contrast: red, white. It’s exhilarating, touching something you mustn’t. The instant before consequences (the sting, the blood) is sublime. Everything else in the world, in your head, is vaporized. I think that’s why she left—pursuit of that moment. It requires that we come up against what we shouldn’t. I don’t think she wanted to do those things. It was just a slip of the knife and the need.
Photo credit: Mattia Belletti
I like to imagine this is about a woman’s relationship. The moment she falls in love is her moment of transcendence. She goes from relationship to relationship in search of that moment.