The Columbia Review Fall 2020

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fall 2020


It is a Saturday in America. Rice is for lunch. I take a shower, and later get nowhere over the phone. A woman I know socially invites me to have a party at my house. She says she has seen it. She knows it is big. She encourages me in the spirit of civic responsibility to have this party. I am relieved when I check my calendar to discover I will be out of town. Therefore the party will have to occur elsewhere, will have to be a different party, different from the one she is imagining. All of this takes place in autumn. Imagine it, the tree nearest my bed being called magnificent by someone who visits.