Jack Engelhard: So here I am at the gas station to fill up on gas and it’s always new people, different people, unfriendly people in charge. Moe is long gone. No speak English. Refuses the courtesy of coming over to the driver’s side, my side, to ask what I want.
"Fill?" Yes, I say. "Cash?" Yes, but already the culture clash here on the corner. Damn. Damn. Damn.
So that’s what’s happening. She is troubled by all this and wonders how she’ll be able to navigate as a writer amid so much darkness. But to quote Samuel Beckett, "I can’t go on. I’ll go on."
