I was still in a penumbra of inurement to death
remained behind to expiate the country's collective guilt
We returned to New York determined to make our own Sicilian-style spaghetti with fried eggplant and tomatoes, a dish so delicious that we wanted to eat it twice a week. Which we did, for several months. And here was the thing: I didn't get sick of it slowly. I got sick of it suddenly, radically, an…
[...] all we did was talk and talk, like a two-person emotional bureaucracy. The smallest of questions ("Why did you wait ten minutes to tell me your good news instead of telling me immediately?") triggered a full formal investigation, with every response filed in triplicate and the review period e…
