Maybe it’s here that I attach mythology to his life as an artist — a counterpoint to this tension, to this heaviness, to the darkness which blows in unwelcome like a storm.
"A single day, a lone memory. A scrap. Does its rarity speak to the absence of other such days?"
"A single day, a lone memory. A scrap. Does its rarity speak to the absence of other such days?"
"A single day, a lone memory. A scrap. Does its rarity speak to the absence of other such days?"