Status Updates From The Final Solution

"It was midsummer, and there was something about the black hair and pale face of the boy against the green unfurling flag of the downs beyond, the rolling white eye of the daisy, the knobby knees in their short pants, the self-important air of the handsome gray parrot with its savage red tail feather, that charmed the old man as he watched them go by."

😝 Chabon... he never disappoints .

The bees did speak to him, after a fashion. The featureless drone, the sonic blank that others heard was to him a shifting narrative, rich, inflected, variable, and distinct...and he moved along the sound, tending to his hives...stooped and marveling.

"the occluding moon rolled on; the world dazzled once more with sense and light and the marvelous vanity of meaning."