I first visited Omelas as a young teen, joining the processions, listening to the dark eyed youth play his flute. Ursula K. Le Guin was a marvel, new, exciting, a writer who dared talk about *giggle* gender in THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS and this sad child locked in a broom closet in. Awwww. . .
I returned to Omelas in ...continue reading "At the Gates of Omelas"