Player or not, how can you be sure what someone else is thinking. Or seeing. Or saying. A different world inside each and every head, but we also like to believe another world’s in there, a reasonably reliable facsimile of a reality we agree upon and pursue, a world the same for everyone, even though no one has been there or knows for sure if it’s there. Who knows. Stories pretend to know. Stories claiming to be true. Not true. Both. Neither. Claiming to be inside and outside. Real and unreal. Stories swirling and howling, savage storm pounding the Studebaker. Meaning what. Doesn’t meaning always sit…nestled in darkness beyond the steamed peephole, meaning already sorted, toe-lagged, logged, an accident waiting for us to happen.
John Edgar Wideman | “Who Invented the Jump Shot”