possibilities for ordinary life were shrinking, contractions within the captured by the poet, yaakov pequod who has read here by jill pauly. >> and each morning by jake opry card you buy your boots and quietly go about sure daily tasks. and rain rushes against your window pane. you are not choice and you know nothing will be left of yesterday and nothing of tomorrow now approaching you. an hour by hour the clock moves out. the moods change silent gods name, perhaps one day your seat will bring forth new life. perhaps none of your steps will leave a trace. a small window already makes you shiver. a little rain cast you into daylong grand and every night you feel fatigued from work. your lonely companions are the moths and before you know it, all this is gone like a song sung somewhere. post a comment in the clouds and be patient, feel your grace to deeper your guilt as everyone who was called upon like you to listen to the great wind of state, to wake up one from none sleep the other samoans start by a dream. >> public spaces felt increasingly hostile. many jews were contras that having to b