In the first deep darkness, during lit candles and prayer, I walked alone past the mess hall with my phone.
Joseph Epstein reads The Fable of the Bees.
‘Like sterile seeds cast among weeds: cheese boards and socks, earrings and clocks... ’
‘Nebuchadnezzar’s statue stood, About as high as a false god could. The three were left with little choice. Silence after the herald’s voice.’
‘Pushed by crowds against the glass of Alexander’s, where we stood...’
‘In a sunny, spring morning backyard falling feather flash...’
‘The panting ideologues locked in their rooms hear the word ‘order’ and cry out in fear...’
‘Against the Eden green and the densities of the avocados...’
"Warm lovers and scholars of austerity, love as well within their season of fruition..."
"Age is a country I thought I’d never be in."