Traveaux
On an otherwise deserted street in the Saint-Sauveur of Quebec, a small child with a determined walk suddenly stops to pull a tab off a lost cat ("Chat Perdu") flyer. Then he looks around to see if anyone has seen him do so.
We have. But we are in a car, so we are not real.
(1) Stairs inside the Clarendon, the city's oldest hotel. (2) Promenade des Governeurs.
Halfway through July, all construction everywhere in Quebec province pauses. The workers put down their tools, they leave everything on the side of the road, maybe shove it a little. Barriers, excavators, safety cones. People here take this as their cue to travel.
NEWSY STUFF
I didn't win the Rumpus Writing Fellowship, but I was named one of ten finalists! Honored! Congrats to the winners, and thank you, Roxane Gay, Debbie Millman, and the Rumpus team for your support of emerging writers. Roxane writes: "As I am often reminded, there is no shortage of exceptional creative talent in this world. What there is a shortage of is patronage."
Speaking of patronage: my "Junco and Wolf" is in issue No. 33 of A Public Space magazine. It's a beautiful issue, makes a great gift for the reader/thinking person in your life!
Divinity School • a letter every Sunday at sunset • if you’re always looking, after some time you’ll have seen
