I fill the sink with the circle of bowl, and batter floats up in suds. I wash. I see my reflection in the stainless of the tap. I know you, those seeking eyes. You’re the one in dire need of time, that thing we can’t buy, what we sell of ourselves to get more of
Today, I am French Today, I am Catholic Today, I wept
It’s not possible to do your best thinking without creating the conditions to do so.