Is it easier to end something in fiction than in life? For that matter what’s the difference? Is arranged marriage tempting fate? Your ancestors write no tale, yet your descendants are in the manufacturing business. It's axiomatic that you can’t rewrite the past but you can refuse to fixate on the ruins of the future. He lived to tell the tale is a strange locution when you think of it. What accounts for the emergence of an esthetic? Is one creating art or it simply a part of life?
read "Current Events" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
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