Dewi was at her usual table, reading Shunryu Suzuki.
“Afghanistan, Haiti, fires,” Goshkin said. “The pendulum swinging back and forth?”
She looked up. “All coming the same time. We did something wrong. We should think about it.”
“You’re absolutely right.” He nodded. “But not just us. Everyone.”
“Everyone,” she agreed.
The more he thought about it, the more profound it seemed – and the more hopeless.