BAMBI WAS A BOY

Why speak of traps? There are none of them here; no snares, no false appearances, no formal betrayals, and no hunter tracing the vector from the long barrel of the rifle that he carries outwards to the body and the heart of his most gentle prey. -The first thing to know about me is that you cannot put your hands on me, cannot catch or hold me, or stop me in any way. You might say my body is like smoke, or like a dream or a hologram — you can see me perfectly clearly, but if you reach out to touch you will find nothing but air.Of course this or that rough or uncouth hand might get lucky now and then. It is impossible I think to be absolutely discreet in these things. But even if I am occasionally delayed this way it will only be for a few minutes — perhaps an hour at most — and then you will lose me again. And this is not so bad. There is no cruelty or cleverness in this dispersal; there are no exceptions, and no reason why anyone in particular ought to feel singled out. I say it…