Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Only Death, the River

        I'd never been in a Bowery drinking place before. I'd heard the phrase 'the lower depths'. I don't remember where. I think i read it once. This was it now. The lowest depth of all, this side of the grave. There was nothing beyond this, nothing further. Nothing came after it - only death, the river. These were not human beings any more. These were shadows.

Cornell Woolrich
Black Angel

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