"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Dorothea Grossman :: I have to tell you
I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
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