I think the relentless bad news—pings, alerts, this just in, breaking news … I feel I’m lost in my own sentence, but you know what I’m getting at.” “Absolutely,” I lied. “For me a deep fatigue has set in,” he continued, staring at the bookcase. “An exhaustion full of questions. Why are we here? To make children? To love? To eat and sleep and defecate regularly?” He moved his drink to his mouth but stopped. “Is there a God?” he asked. “What if there isn’t? What are we to do with that? If it’s just lights-out, eternal darkness, a world that goes on as if you had never existed, disappeared, like
...more
