I thought, who cares how many million starve? Their rising souls will lighten the world's weight and level its gull-glittering waterline.


The Fortunate Traveller (for Susan Sontag) (1981), I


I thought, who cares how many million starve? Their rising souls will lighten the world's weight and level its gull-glittering waterline.

I thought, who cares how many million starve? Their rising souls will lighten the world's weight and level its gull-glittering waterline.

I thought, who cares how many million starve? Their rising souls will lighten the world's weight and level its gull-glittering waterline.

I thought, who cares how many million starve? Their rising souls will lighten the world's weight and level its gull-glittering waterline.