Jason

Not angry.

Not even urgent.

Just patient.

Curious.

Like someone standing at the edge of camp, waiting to see if anyone will step out of the circle.

I don't answer.

I don't go look.

I turn on another light.

I remind myself that shadows can't open doors.

And somewhere far away, in a canyon that bakes in the sun all day and breathes out cool air all night...

I know there is a stretch of sand with five sets of footprints in it, four human, one long and wrong, that fade a little more each year.

I know there is a rock where, once, something left a little knot of hair and cloth to see what we would do.

I know the land remembers.

I also know this.

When something out there learns your voice, really learns it, down to the private ways you say your own name, the conversation isn't over just because you leave.

Sometimes the wilderness follows you home.

It's amazing.

No, but look, let's break this down.

So I think the first question is, what is the relation between the Epstein files and Donald Trump?

And I think the answer is it's flimsy.