BUT ONE DAY ALL OF THIS WILL BE GONEIn a world of despair and disappointment, one must continually rationalize and invent optimistic truths when and where and however one can scrounge them, or risk suffocating beneath the inexorable weight of the everyday. Graspingly and achingly, naively and pathetically, and in the end – if fortune is with you – perhaps even convincingly: this is the way by which we sometimes are able to save ourselves, however tenuously.
This Bill Harliss considers as he reads with weary eyes the crumpled letter in his hands for what feels the millionth time; the individual words grown less meaningful with each subsequent reading but the overarching bleakness of their message more profound than ever beneath the vulgar light filtering through the window, all traffic lig
