ABSTRACT
Once, twice, three times, [I found clubs that] felt as if they included all I knew of the universe. They had people in them with some of that tear-shimmering vision, and each of them let me feel comfortable and at-home inside for a while – a place a little smaller than the whole starry-skied cosmos to settle in – a place, say, to look out the window from. But the thing about a window is, it’s in a wall.
