Saturday, October 04, 2003

"what now?"

Is there someplace in this world that is really safe for us? I am consumed with finding money and allies and means for travel, and G. stares moodily out the window, thinking of distant realms. I wouldn’t mind being in another world, far from my tired body, and the eternal next step. We are on different planes now, he and I. This is how it must be. And so the suicide mission has a worthy purpose. But, looking at him, I feel more alone than I ever have.

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