I had a physics professor who talked about “Finnegan’s Wake,” and the difficulty of translating intentionally nonsensical passages into other languages. He was comparing language to DNA. I was identifying styles of domestic architecture, I was shrinking in the drier, I was behaving like a wave and a particle, I was regenerating limbs, I was reapplying lipstick, I was there, using you as human pantyhose, and then gone, climbing out the window while you slept to buy chips from a gas station. I was realizing that the only nonsense translatable into any language is I was there and then I was gone.
