Beautful Pain
-In the darkness, he fumbles with his thoughts. Always, the wonderment. Much has been misplaced in his life and it’s in the dark, as the cigarette crackles, that he begins to think. “The mice eating away at the house,” a great poet once said. And he sits there, in the darkness, the realm of shadows and unseen manifestations. When the light is on, he sees shapes in the shadows of day. He sees people and names. Now, it’s all recollection, everything reconfigured, everything redrafted by the mechanism of memory. An impossible hallucination of what his life has been, that only […]