Did we really trade our birthright for a wider selection of bathmats? A sprawling lament:
Did we mean to trade our birthright for a wide selection of bath mats? Melissa Holbrook Pierson Published in the January/February 2006 issue of Orion magazine Photograph by Harry Zernike/REDUX, used with permission I can’t help it if I want to live in the past—the time forty years ago when there was still some wide-open space into which to insert some dreaming, and still some darkness at night over it. There was quiet, the birthright of all us animals, and somehow there was more time in a day than there is now. The world belonged then to the people who lived in it. We nostalgists are bravely marching into battle, eager to face the advancing tanks of human history. Our vernal tendencies to believe all endings are happy ever after prevented us from seeing the rotting carcass of truth right in front of us: “progress” is just another word for larceny. Now our hearts are filled...