Things of the world try to connect. Prodigal rain issues from a sky into which trees rise like pleading hands. Days bear us lightly across the face of the world as every year the ground pulls harder, recalling like a spurned lover, ever more fixedly, how much it wants us.
Death Will Have Your Eyes
James Sallis
1997
Hopperesque
Sunday, 21 January 2024
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