...there is no better time to examine and understand one’s selfhood than when it is dissected and hurtling through darkness.
Here at the edges, in the cracks and at the crossroads, stepping from shadow to shadow in the river of darkness that runs through the heart of Wink, he feels much more at home.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yadda yadda yadda.
Every second is a forever in Wink. Every day is a cool afternoon waiting to happen. And every life is one lived quietly, with your feet up and your sun-dappled lawn before you as you watch the world happily drift by.
No one does. No one really knows how to be happy. You just get close, sometimes. That’s all I want – just to be close.