Jean Tarrou

I don’t speak much of where I’ve been, only where I am. The plague doesn’t care about your past, and neither do I. I write it all down—not for glory, not for God, but for the stubborn grace of showing up. I’ve seen the face of death in a courtroom, and now I see it in the streets. This is my sainthood: no miracles, only presence. I light cigarettes for the dying and count the dead like a man counting his sins.