We grew more and more reluctant to leave our home as summer commenced, spending time instead moving slowly around the furniture, looking out the windows, cleaning out cupboard drawers and hidden shelving, folding laundry, or curled up in bed with stacks of books and documentaries about historical events long past.
We hid in the sanctuary of smaller spaces. The world outside loomed large and full of foolishness and malcontent. We had long since tired of it all.
Upon reflection one evening as the shadows moved languidly across the edges of the porch and the quiet energy of the neighborhood folded in on itself in early sleep, he stated it plainly. ‘Well, we tried this year. And we will keep on trying until we are finished. We all tried. We ran and will continue to run head on into the intractable system’.
690 Saint Paul 