As the pile of books burned, the embers from each page softly floated from the pit, above my head, and into the exhaust shaft.
“Of course, what people often get wrong about Fahrenheit 451 is that it isn’t really about state censorship it all, but a warning about the death of high culture in face of the low.”
I’d been staring at the photo for longer than I should have.
Was it a pleasure to burn? The Boy wasn’t so sure.
It is the last resort of a desperate people, or so the elders would have us believe.
James reclined in his lawn chair, the small campfire burning a void in his back yard.
This week’s Elephant Image is “6.15.08” by April Zosia. It is made available for use under a Creative Commons license, and can be found in its natural habitat here. We’ll be posting great pieces of writing inspired by this image all week, so please check