Cruel the fiddley night — course you can’t trust the night
Where both nothing and everything looks new.
But all o’sudden it dawns: I am running — not running away —
But closing in on what I’m running to.
–Paul Curreri (my friend Maria’s brother), “Greenville”
I listened to Paul’s CD over and over on the train to Chicago.
My idealism about this new situation is currently cracking around the edges, but in a good way. It’s better to dissolve illusions early, I think.