but the plot calls for me to live, be ordinary.

it always begins, as these things often do, with the light.

dear little voice,

it begins, as these things often do, with the light:

lisel mueller: there are mornings.

some mornings, Mueller tells us, the sun intervenes. and the word intervenes is hardly incidental. it suggests interruption, a divine or unexpected presence in the midst of a prewritten script— a plot, even.