Status Updates From Sisters by a River

“The Old Doctor’s wife said my face was the shape of a dish—a dish the wrong way round, I looked in the mirror and it was, just like the breakfast dish of bacon and eggs that appeared most morning. I couldn’t bear to look at it anymore, my face or the dish. I still feel shy of the shape of my face although it’s altered now.”

Game resumed, ex post Pynchōs.

Momentary pause for what will almost certainly be the end of an era.