Tuesday morning bus ride

by Aki Schilz

On the screen of my Kindle, in ghostly letters thickening to more solid black as the sun warms my screen from the back window of the upper deck of the 55 to Oxford Circus, the reflection, in mirror image and upper case, of the word ‘OPEN’. I watch the tall, slim characters flicker beneath the final words of a chapter containing a discussion of the Greek theory of beauty as terror (Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it … If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones). I feel, suddenly, very calm.