The Masculine Principle

You feel it in moments when you ought to decide — and nothing happens. A letter sits on the table, an answer is overdue, a boundary should be drawn, and you cannot find the point at which to hook in. You know what needs to be done. But between knowing and acting there is a strange viscosity. You put things off, tell yourself it's not the right moment yet, and notice how a week goes by, then two, then three. In the end someone else decides for you — or the moment decides itself, against you.