You will hear the sinners wailing when the stars begin to fall. - American spiritual The clouds below us pixelate the last sliver of the setting sun, just as I watched them do fifty-two years before. Each time the contredanse brings me to face west, I squint; each time I am turned east, I savor the rays on my wizened neck. After the sun sinks, no matter which way I am led, I shiver.
The Cult of the Ellipse
The Cult of the Ellipse
The Cult of the Ellipse
You will hear the sinners wailing when the stars begin to fall. - American spiritual The clouds below us pixelate the last sliver of the setting sun, just as I watched them do fifty-two years before. Each time the contredanse brings me to face west, I squint; each time I am turned east, I savor the rays on my wizened neck. After the sun sinks, no matter which way I am led, I shiver.