My first notion as I opened the gate was that a fire had broken out, for the room was so filled with smoke. Fume of words..! Through the haze I had a vague vision of life coiled up in an armchair with a black clay pipe between his lips.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Battle in the dark
Revolting thoughts, stuck in the grave. Resurrection of the past, shadowing the present! Haunting vision, makes me a spy in the dark.