Good Friday

It is a sign of my state that I totally forgot today was a holiday and the buses run differently. I mean, did I even think about it? No.

Over at the pub, Ellen Marie has finished her scotch and suddenly explains that Jesus's radical suggestion that we orient our lives, society, totally around love and that that is is "an absolutely impossible proposition."

My mind rushes to imagine me shedding my love on the corners of the student mind and getting crushed, like a grape in the vinyard of the Lord.