My Friend, Ludwig – Private Conversations
Or: A Fictional Conversation. It’s been a while. It’s always been a while. I’m rolling through articles in the New Yorker, trying to avoid political nonsense–because politics these days are absolute nonsense, dangerous nonsense, but nonsense nonetheless–and trying to not remember the bitterness cascading through my veins like the melting ice on this all too… Continue reading My Friend, Ludwig – Private Conversations