This world, he thinks, contains only one masterpiece, and that is itself.
– David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.
I’m back at my desk. 48 hours ago, I was in the midst of a roughly eight-mile walk along the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. It is a beautiful thing. It is not something I can readily describe, and posting any of the few iPhone photos I took would be a hilarious injustice. More posts coming as soon as I unbury myself from the pile of work that built up in my absence.