The Big Moments Aren’t Going To Save You

But we have smaller, better ones

The Calling of Saint Matthew. Caravaggio, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

In here, everything echoes

Stone walls. Peeling plaster. Deep red tiles that go back more than a century, buckling and cracking as the old house slowly gives in to gravity. The beams that bend under my feet now were cut when my great-grandfather was born, in a country several seas from here.