“It is as if I’m playing go. It is as if they’re playing checkers. Every time they see me? They attack. Every time they attack? I disappear into the enamel of their own teeth. They are left biting themselves in the darkness once more.

Lately I have begun sneaking into their camp at night. Three of their children are interested in ‘go’, and their minds are prodigious.

One of the children claims to know an adult who might be able to learn. I doubt it, but it’s not impossible. The problem is that you can never trust them.”

— an a i