Goines On: Reaching out

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Goines’ thoughts had been rushing like a waterfall for days, swirling like a vortex, fluttering like...he cast around for an image to capture the deluge. He felt unable to sort his thoughts out, assemble them, string them on a sensible line. He was more a passive spectator of his own thoughts.
    But something about today was different, and he sensed meaning, accumulation, order, and he wanted to embrace it, like Klara, the artificial friend in Ishiguro’s novel, hurrying to Mr. McBain’s barn to pray to the sun before it descended to its home in the West. (Klara did seem to be praying, even if she didn’t use that word.)