I used to play a game where I imagined my life was the span of a day: in this game the colors of the sunset splashed across the sky brought on the dull ache and quiet joy of an old man’s reminiscences, the darkness of the night and the lull of sleep drew me to the peaceful void of nothingness, and the sunrise of the following morning signed to me the miracle of life begun anew.
Friday, December 04, 2009
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