Do Something

Surely, this is the sign of maturity: we are finally admitting to ourselves that our appetites are not nearly as ravenous as we thought, our bellies not quite so deep. We’ve realized that the way to make sense of this meal may not be to stay seated at the table, but rather to step away for a while and come back. More than this, these anthologies finally make good on the purpose of all our automated archiving and collecting: that we would actually go back to the library, look at the stuff again, and, god forbid, do something with it.

Frank Chimero