Whenever I seek time from the digital watch in my dark study, with the computer on and a half burned cigarette on my desk, I do it exactly how he think I would, when he is out there in the dry field measuring the time by putting up a finger in the sky.
Did he imagined me,”Sitting in my room with a small house spider trying to finish his web before I see him and take him to his death.” while running for his life bare footed in some desert,fighting poisonous scorpions on every step? Continue reading