I’m writing the end of a Young Adut novel, a ghost/mystery/Tarot story. A break from my regular writing. Fun! I’m sitting on my red couch in front of a big window. Every now and then, I google Gaza, to try to find out what’s happening.
Musee des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along