Tortelli's Code

There was a place in my past. There was a person, too. There was a time I took a position, when I governed my life by a young man's code. For me fear masqueraded as boastful freedom. So where is Tortelli now? Alter ego on a Square Corner? On a modern post curled up like yellowed paper? Words I'll never write, a memory as irretrievable as a forgotten blog. As irreducible as time immemorial.