Thinking about a vessel from the harvard art museums, of priam washing his dead son: harvardartmuseums.org/collections/...

There are two things you should be afraid. Money and death. Love and honesty. Truth. Time? The question of what you should be afraid of eludes me, given you live your life and I live mine. But being myself partial to abstraction, I find it highly unlikely that the fear comes in anything but twos.

kenzaburo oe's A Silent Cry (1967, trans. 1988), halfway in, is astounding. makes me want to use that special literary critic's adjective, the one you pull out every 5 reviews: luminous