It takes a while to leave the house, to feel ready to leave, but I'm always glad when I do. My hands carry two thick, cream-coloured envelopes and a small paper parcel down the road and along the water, and I glance at a man standing at the stop of some stone steps that lead down to the sea—it is the first time I've seen a man standing there, at the top of the steps that presumably belong to him, and so I cannot help but look over briefly.
Thank you much Artie! I'm delighted to hear that you enjoyed the piece in Orion... I do find it to be an intensely thoughtful publication, and must make time myself to read more of the essays in that issue.
Thank you much Artie! I'm delighted to hear that you enjoyed the piece in Orion... I do find it to be an intensely thoughtful publication, and must make time myself to read more of the essays in that issue.