Friday, I was minding my own business, working away in my cell, when a terrific din arose outside. Before I understood what was happening, which was that “the tree cutters” had come, the majestic Brazilian pepper tree outside my window had been harshly, drastically denuded. Its graceful pink-peppercorn laden branches had formed a kind of […]
ROBERT WALSER
BLUSTERING, DUST-CHURNING AUTOMOBILES VERSUS A WALK
“Children are heavenly because they are always in a kind of heaven. When they grow older and grow up, their heaven vanishes and then they fall out of their childishness into the dry calculating manner and tedious perceptions of adults. For the children of poor folk the country road in summer is like a playroom. […]