The New Saturday Night - The New York Times
bring may (may bring?)
Death of the Office - 1843 Magazine
Some Minimalist Bookshelves - The New Yorker
Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving the dark together. The grownups had forgotten he was there, so still, so quiet Douglas lay, noting the plans they were making for his and their own futures. And the voices changed, drifted, in moonlit clouds of cigarette smoke while the moths, like late appleblossoms come alive, tapped faintly about the far street lights, and the voices moved on into the coming years...
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury