In addition to the music of Blythe’s lush language, I love how he captures this brash paradox–that a chorus can make us feel so lonely. Furthermore I love how, like a quintessential writer, he stations himself on an edge between two groups–one, his own species, pent up in their chilly offices and the other, the cicadas, living by their own administration, oblivious to his attention.

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