Flash Epistle Number Ten
1 min readJan 18, 2018
Once upon a time, meals were festive and inclusive. Then, early in the last century, civilization choked, empires crumbled, and the mind became messy. The picnic broke up. You can’t outrun an earthquake. We are still trembling above that fissure today. The whole has become the parts and the parts don’t much like each other. Whether you are LGBT, an anguished feminist, or an anarchist poet, you can join some group, disdaining all others. It’s so…
