Today, I watched the life and death of a thousand glowing suns, each raised in a chorus of clashing, distorted, beautiful voices. I stared in wonder, almost in pain. Smiled, as they lasted for fractions of a second, and descended in fiery rain.

Today, I found love. Love in a moth that flew in my door and lived on my floor and died by my side. Smeared across the sheets like so many specs of dirt. Its faltering flight is a search for light, and a metaphor for human life. Like us, another will come and another will go, over and over, night after night, in their communal search for something ( Read more... )