Thursday, February 11, 2010
Time In A Blog
Am I older now? The pleasures smaller? The dreams constricted? The hopes of youth tamped down, clamped to those dying days of a life unlived? Or is it the opposite... The pleasures larger? The dreams more open? Those hopes of youth now crystal memories of what was done? Sooner or later we all know. The sanctity of something. The unholiness of nothing.