Issue 31 |
Literature |
December 17, 2023
Permanent Impermanence
As soon as the owner of an old wardrobe/television/bicycle pushes it off the ramp, as soon as it’s “in there,” as they say at the…
A Letter to Vania
I’m still breathing, I’ll tell her, and so are those around me.
Everyone Is Innocent
“You mean to say that when this war’s over, you expect us to start fighting all over again?”
If you liked this essay, you’ll love reading The Point in print.