Regarding a Hole.

Over the past month or so I’ve got used to having a hole at the back of one of my teeth, and as is usual in such matters, I’ve become accustomed to feeling it with my tongue. It’s what we do for some reason.

The habit continues, even though it was filled today, and so I keep flicking my tongue over to the right side of my mouth and being surprised to find that there’s something missing. There is: the hole.

Now, this is a strange thing. A hole is a place where there’s something missing, but now it’s been filled in, there’s still something missing. It’s all to do, of course, with whether the concept of ‘a hole’ is viewed subjectively or objectively. Isn’t life strange?