Then there are these heavy perennial moments that suddenly unearth me, when the world takes on this ravaging clarity and you feel marooned, cut off from normality.

Children are something, don’t ya think? ” she rarely spoke in that way, the freaky speculative way.” I mean, you fall in love and as a result, little people are running around

The writer sat besides the weeping Gilgamesh, witnessed the sinking of the unsinkable ships. He was there, and he wasn’t. Like a naturalist observing the tarn of life from an unseen bubble of neutrality.