We were always at
odds; his urge to sleep, my fear of falling
too far into its depths, his blindness and
my awareness, his ancient longings and
my modern anxieties. Who knows if
they played well or intended to destroy
each other?
We were always at
odds; his urge to sleep, my fear of falling
too far into its depths, his blindness and
my awareness, his ancient longings and
my modern anxieties. Who knows if
they played well or intended to destroy
each other?