Nothing can be called a big deal now, I thought. If every moment is the curtain call to the previous moment, yes, we can throw up our hands and say, What’s the big deal? Where is the climax of this play? But big deals and climaxes only form a vacuum cleaner of time. It’s the small deals and the nothing deals that shatter time into ragged pieces. Days, strewn with expected and unexpected moments, did not offer a shortcut by saying, What’s the big deal?
