I woke up to this email from Cait, who is in her last semester of college. I don’t believe it requires any prelude or conclusion. It speaks for itself:
Subject: A Beautiful Thing I Just Saw
It’s nearly midnight on a Monday evening in the deep quiet zone of the library.
There is an older man, perhaps in his 50’s, working on a tablet propped up on a black backpack. He wears a beige baseball cap pulled too far down on his forehead, and his elbow rests next to a diet coke from which he never takes a sip. He dutifully types on his tablet with just the middle finger of his right hand. Maybe a professor, […]