"Pnin walked slowly under the solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended to the destinies of the quick."Vladimir Nabokov, "Pnin" (1957) Why is it that … Continue reading Quarantine in Newark
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The Heat that Eats it Whole
The burning shades alight in the darker heart of night While the conflagration's sparks dance and scatter on the glass Such a terror in this sight, to replace a head of white A sad moment into memory which, as a life, shall pass
Hermit Thrush 