Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields having been picked clean
Some days, words fail me. Arguably, such days are rare indeed. And, the phrase is not entirely accurate because, while exposition and discourse fail me, questions never do. Here's a random list of questions that have been bothering me lately. And, admittedly, I'm rather lazily just jotting them down instead of exploring them in any systematic way.