“I was feeling really good. I had a friend in town. My hair was soft with grief. Hourly the clock tower made me cry but it was an excellent cry, like drinking from a spring. It was cool enough to wear a scarf which is ideal for absorbing tears unless it’s real silk. The thought of all those silk worms, oblivious to their ultimate role, was a reason to weep.”

“Every time I look at you, I feel so completely dismantled.”