It’s like being on an island in the middle of a void, like a floating scrap of a memory in space and time, anchored to nothing and apt to drift away. The sidewalk under foot is distinct enough, but it … Continue reading
Mystery
It’s like being on an island in the middle of a void, like a floating scrap of a memory in space and time, anchored to nothing and apt to drift away. The sidewalk under foot is distinct enough, but it … Continue reading
