by Luke Janicki Alex Diaz I have been out in the open all day under the surveillance of trees. In three days’ time, I will resist the urge to entrench myself in post, after post, after post. I will lose somewhat, in a hole, my aunt responding: but what about this, and that, and the other. The thing is that I don’t want to be closed into a hovel; my ideas ensnare me more than their reactions hanging down. The thing is that 19 children will have been killed, and they will all w