16
Sep
Fist of God
It’s perfectly still outside.
200 years ago, Ivan would’ve blown in from nowhere with no warning. The citizens would’ve chalked it up to the fickleness of God.
There’s something to be said for that kind of innocence. The only way one can find that sort of thing now is to grab a backpack, head out to the wilderness, and let the newspaper headlines roll on without you.
There’s something to be said for letting the newspaper headlines roll on without you.
