You live with the question. Wondering how to proceed, we find ways to make things happen. We do not understand the question. It is there despite our lack of understanding, as are many other thi…
Criticism remains with us, functionless, futile. We search for meaning desperately. The quotes remain. They stand around silently, inarticulate: their way of grieving.
The next chapter has no sense of responsibility. The next chapter tries to say something essential, simple, human. Then it gives up. The next chapter goes out to buy glue.