Two nights ago.
The Boston Massacre and Our Emotional Efficiency, by Leon Wieseltier →
We cling desperately to the illusion of our immunity, even after it has just been disproved by experience, and to the fiction of the pastness of the past: we call it “closure,” which is just a decision not to care anymore, and not to let experience intrude any further.
Closed Pond on Flickr.
I’d forgotten about this picture - I took it in Boston four years ago and I was confused as hell at the concept. Only in America would a pond have an off-season.