Stars like a runway to oblivion.

STARS LIKE A RUNWAY TO OBLIVION BY NANCY DAFOE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87

By 4am I was an amateur philosopher

still talking, trying to convince a young woman

that her life was worth living, a woman

I did not really know, who happened

to walk into my dorm room.

Without citing Aquinas on “beatific vision”

or Aristotle on the “function of a human”

I inst…