A Small, Singular Light

and the party no one asked to be invited to

The hardest thing, perhaps, or one of them at least, is this lack of guarantee. Or what seems so much like it. Death and taxes. Is that all we’re promised?

A respected writer of the past century, when he was young and in a space of deep uncertainty, held so much anger inside.

He hadn’t asked to be invited to the party. Yet, here he was, in this place wit…