Dante in Doubt by Salvador Dali
illustration from Dante's Divine Comedy
What else is there to do on a Monday morning but begin again? I sit on Sophie's bed and listen to her breathe. I hear the men working across the street, ripping down a house only to build it back up. Our new toilet is like a throne, higher than the one before. You're all shrinking, Henry commented to me and to my friend. Why are we so insistent on being tall? I hear a rustle in the palms in my backyard and watch two hummingbirds quarrel. I remember to breathe in to calm myself and to breathe out and smile. I doubt the existence of anything but that.