Sons. Sons are roped to fathers. Fathers? Well . . . Are we sure they’re tied to sons? Sons need fathers. Fathers? Sons take years from fathers. Honest fathers know this. Picture an hourglass. Two globes. One filled, the other empty. Now, in your mind, turn it over. The top of the globe, the father. The grains of sand, his years. The bottom of the globe? That’s the son. See the years slipping away from the father. Filling up the son? Fathers flow into sons. Think of Icarus. A father and son exist on an island. At some point, the father longs to escape. The son? He doesn’t want to be left behind. Abandoned. And fathers? They always have plans. But sons should remember that the plans of their fathers often have holes. A father is no shield for a son. # # # After McCook, I decide I need to start at the beginning of the end: that night.
