festival

Scattered like so many eggs. The festival is over or the festival is elsewhere and we will never find it again—only remnants—or we learn that the festival never really existed or that it partially existed—existed only because it didn’t exist for others.

the plot offers catharsis;

  • progress1

the egg offers a crisis;

  • cosmos

  1. “Where man goes, trees die; or…we make a desert and call it progress.” —Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia ↩︎