The Copyreader

The Copyreader I have been here a month, sitting in a circle with others, reading copy and writing heads. Today I'm convinced crime in the streets will never stop as long as someone can write and someone can read. I spell "ukulele" for Ulrich and a strange continent of sweat breaks out on the back of my shirt. "It's as big as Australia," says Ulrich. At that moment I know I'm letting another July die in Chicago, reading copy and writing heads. Donal Mahoney