But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated.

“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep.If I should die …”

“How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anythi…”

“no glove, no love”

“i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and …”