Deconstruction

Vulnerable was the word Minerva used to describe her building. To keep Hotel Julian afloat, keep up with increases in taxes, licenses, and fees, increases in costs of goods and services, including even a bare bones health care plan for her full time employees, would require new investment, resources, growth, but how would this tired,Continue reading “Deconstruction”

An Air of Bad Ease

An air of bad ease descended upon the rooftop gathering as employees of Hotel Julian listened to Minerva explain her predicament, and, by process of detrimental reliance, their own. Commercial buildings, particularly those housing paying guests, were subject to strict codes designed to protect the public against construction dangers inherent in aging and disrepair ofContinue reading “An Air of Bad Ease”

Sylvie’s Dream of Counterpoise

Desultory. Defunct. Deconstruction. Debunk. Defunct. Deride. Decide. Depot Bay. Sylvie dreamt an invisible wave of counterpoise forced all mortals to wear masks covering nose and mouth. Thus individual identity, what Freud called the id, was lost, and people would have to look into one another’s eyes when speaking and could only speak truth. Those refusingContinue reading “Sylvie’s Dream of Counterpoise”

A New Denouement Comes to The Eidolon

A moon rose pure placebo the day the dismantlers came to The Eidolon. A puppeteer hidden in a hard hat worked sticks and wires from a crane, his rude yellow wrecking ball a scraping bald knuckle -hyphenating- the yore tony a la mode pink marquee: – I D – – O N They hadn’t seenContinue reading “A New Denouement Comes to The Eidolon”

Learning to Deconstruct Finally

Derrida seems satisfied if not happy with his contradictions, with having learned finally to live with them unencumbered by any implicit criticism. His primary concern in his last days appears to have been what comes after the final act of writing. After all, “there are, to be sure, many very good readers (a few dozenContinue reading “Learning to Deconstruct Finally”