By Eric Le Roy
The universe was once a black hole so small that not even a microscope would have detected it. If my feeble grasp of science is right on this one, then it makes it all the more amazing when that cacophonous “Who Let the Dogs Out? moment occurred. All hell broke loose, literally and metaphorically. Night and nothingness made way for light and somethingness.
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In December, cities rehearse kindness. Streets that were ugly in November suddenly glow. People who do not speak the rest of the year wish each other peace, as if peace were a weather forecast instead of a fragile human decision.
This is why old ghost stories belong to winter. Not because chains and spectres are real, but because the past and the future are always negotiating with the present, and … Read the rest
