"...he cursed the hour that gave birth to him."-Dead Can Dance
A solitary spectator in this life..
Things are approaching clarity..I shall stay here until June, this quiet apartment in the suburbs of NYC. My inherited and transformed computer, my
dusty books and unfinished paintings, all of it, lay in waiting.
have been made, changed, and cast aside..all without meaning, powerless in their death
as they were in the making-the facts remain.
There is only Me