Arnold Edson
After eighty years, this
world was nothing I
could recognize. We might
have been colonized
by Martians; that’s how strange
these people, these so-
called children of mine, have
become. I could not
understand how they lived
the way they did, thought
the way they thought. Maybe
I had become the
alien. Either way,
I was ready to
go. I was ready four
years before I went