I whirl down the widening gyre of words until the real world is a memory. When I’m reading all the nuance I’m too stiffened with overwhelm to comprehend in Real Time is unrolled like a Persian rug.
Tag: reading
Why I Write
I’ve emerged from the ashes of what I once was, reborn and ready to walk the path I started out on all those years ago, before I was mugged and left for dead by that heartless assassin Circumstance.