living computation
Night Sonder
As I walked alone down the middle of Simpson Avenue in the fall evening dark of Somerville Massachusetts, returning to the house I was living in that late 1970's undergraduate year, looking at the lights from the curtained windows of the duplexes crowded against the sidewalks, I was overswept, inflated, a sudden catch of air cold in my chest, as a vast awareness swelled of the impossibly detailed lives the pulsing entwined intensities behind each curtain.
