A Holy Cue

A prose piece from "Silence"

Soshun (Early Spring) by Okumura Togyu

Four days a week, I would take the same bus route heading east out of downtown Minneapolis. Along the way, we’d pass a row of nondescript buildings along 25th Avenue. After a while, it became difficult to differentiate one building sitting behind a fence from the next, which is why it was such a shock when I learned…