“But now I am no longer I,
nor is my house any longer my house”
-Federico Garcia Lorca
As I read this quote at the beginning of Mahmoud Darwish’s book, I thought about last night and my three fantasy football teams and my cousin sending me emails all day to join pick’em and salary cap leagues and the type of beer I’d drink to watch my Raiders lose on national television (watching so much Mad Men over the last two weeks had my lovely fiancée say something beautiful, “I really want a tumbler if scotch”).
It’s football season. My house (well 500 sq. ft. apartment) on Sunday is a football game. There is an air of unpredictability about the first week of NFL, a team like falcons or cardinals last year may be the texans or seahawks this year.
It’s a great time, and I’m sure my fiancée is thinking to herself, “Unfortunately, it was paradise,” which happens to be the title of this great Darwish book.
