Departures
Paul Zweig
1986
I wasn’t a very political adolescent. I had grown up surrounded by unexplained cautions, by ellipses, and all these silences had sealed off the public world, so that I didn’t really believe in it, didn’t know it was there. I could look out from my insular world at the ocean, a blue plain that sometimes heaved wildly in a storm; or I could escape…
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