An Unjust World Represented As Harmonious Is

If You Can't Go Home, There Is Nowhere To Go, And Nowhere Is The Biggest Place In The World-indeed, Nowhere Is The World.

Where Can You Go From Nowhere, Except Deeper Into Nowhere?

It Seemed That We Loved Each Other Better When There Were Large Swaths Of Two Continents Between Us. The Daily Work Of Love Was Often Hard To Perform At Home.

I Gradually Became Aware That My Interiority Was Inseparable From My Exteriority, That The Geography Of My City Was The Geography Of My Soul.

We Knew - But Didn't Want To Know - What Was Going To Happen, The Sky Descending Upon Our Heads Like The Shadow Of A Falling Piano In A Cartoon.