Korridorium

♫ In Spite of Ongoing Research ♫

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I enter the corridor only as a trial run. It’s one of about forty opening lines on my list. Many of them have already been crossed off after undergoing stress tests under real-world conditions. “I dip the pen into the coffee and take a sip of ink,” for instance, left nothing but a bad aftertaste, and “The waiting never ended” never even got out of the starting blocks.

Fine sentences, perhaps, but ill-suited as a foundation for a collection as extensive and diverse as this one.

So, now for the in-depth evaluation of “I enter the corridor.” Hm. Interesting. It doesn’t feel bad at first. It opens onto something new, perhaps unknown, and offers plenty of options from there.

But during the practical application here in this corridor, the truth comes out once again: windowless interiors have always made me depressed. There has to be an initial spark with more breathing room than this! So, I’m crossing this sentence off the list, too, and wondering how I might subject the next one in line—”We had only narrowly escaped death”—to a field test.