* There were a thousand things right and a thousand things wrong; focus on the negative; I don't do happy, the dwarf said; and yet here they were, marooned in a happy place, where the world could get lost and they could feel ultimately safe. He was astonished by what had happened. Where was the misery? Where was that atrophied creature behind seven veils, seven walls; the creature shrieking at the very hint of light? Now the days passed in relative domestic bliss. Ian was coming to stay and he looked forward to his old friend's no doubt chaotic presence; beaming good cheer and healthy lust. If only he could share the same simple pleasures. We were moving deeply into the quagmire, fragile and forgotten. Atrophied not the word, but sheets of pain and ossifying flesh, calcified nails and stringy hair, a corpse walking, a mind deranged, love lost. They could smell the stranger from 20 feet behind; the stench of his urine soaked clothes. Drunk? Shawn asked. Mad, he responded. Mad. They lurched down bewildered, busy streets, and if there was antyhing better to be had, he did not know it.
Safe Haven
Safe Haven
Safe Haven
* There were a thousand things right and a thousand things wrong; focus on the negative; I don't do happy, the dwarf said; and yet here they were, marooned in a happy place, where the world could get lost and they could feel ultimately safe. He was astonished by what had happened. Where was the misery? Where was that atrophied creature behind seven veils, seven walls; the creature shrieking at the very hint of light? Now the days passed in relative domestic bliss. Ian was coming to stay and he looked forward to his old friend's no doubt chaotic presence; beaming good cheer and healthy lust. If only he could share the same simple pleasures. We were moving deeply into the quagmire, fragile and forgotten. Atrophied not the word, but sheets of pain and ossifying flesh, calcified nails and stringy hair, a corpse walking, a mind deranged, love lost. They could smell the stranger from 20 feet behind; the stench of his urine soaked clothes. Drunk? Shawn asked. Mad, he responded. Mad. They lurched down bewildered, busy streets, and if there was antyhing better to be had, he did not know it.