The mountains were a thick molasses pouring slowly down the glass

I am honestly surprised that no one other than me, five minutes ago, in the shower, to spatch, has ever described radio drama as "black box theater of the mind."

Farah linked me to the glass art of Shayna Leib, thinking correctly that I would like it. Unaffordably, I covet much of her Wind & Water series.

Anthony Tao's "Coronavirus in China" is a very good poem.