I found myself tearful today reading an obituary of Vaclav Havel in the London Review of Books — my late friend and I often exchanged –- But when Death comes close I busy myself with inconsequential things. Death crept in slowly months of preparation costume changes, poor disguises. I said I would be back later … Continue reading Lament
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