The Secrets We Kept

by Lara Prescott

Dostoyevsky threw me a rope in the fog and began to tug. When he wrote that “the mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for,”

“Inventas vitam juvat excoluisse per artes.” “From Virgil,” Fedin says. “And they who bettered life on earth by their newly found mastery.” “It’s engraved on the Nobel medal.”