Friday, March 5, 2021

trip to bermuda

I lost my knife today. It's a Bermudan situation, mostly because the search area covers the space between my sink and my table, which is a rectangle of fifteen square feet - it's impossible to lose anything here, or was. I've been looking for a while, but I've just about given up. 

It's not a crisis, I have other knives, and of course I can always turn to the so-called free market, but I doubt there is a replacement. This knife was almost magical for the way it cut through anything, with one exception - me. No matter how my hand slipped, no matter how unfocused I was on the task, no matter how badly I sliced my shot, this knife never left a cut, never drew blood. It was like it could tell me, bluntly, how badly I messed up, but without making it hurt. Some people spend their whole lives looking for this quality, and the rest don't know any better; I can spare a few more minutes for my search.