"Lazer bowed slightly and turned and went out. A gust of night pushed its way in the door and everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk. Geryon subsided into his overcaot letting the talk flow over him warm as a bath. He feld for the moment concrete and indivisible."

- DAY 2 = READING ANNE CARSON (whose writing I fell in love with at a Bard College reading earlier this year) Quote from Autobiography of Red, Distances.