#180 Weakness without a name

He stepped from the building with resignation in his calf, particularly in the way he lifted his leg and put it down again: forward motion without the feeling of moving forward at all. She had asked him what his weakness was, expecting something simple, some sort of detrimental quality that having been briefly attached could now be put safely away. But he could not find a name for his weakness. He'd failed to answer, and they would likely pass on him, on his strengths and on his weaknesses, all the various ones, even the greatest, the weakness without a name.

—2011-02-17 18:33:36