He carries his dislocation like broken wings on his back, oblivious to the wealth of life in the sky, the trees, the air.
He carries his dislocation like broken wings on his back, oblivious to the wealth of life in the sky, the trees, the air.
“You know what I love? Silence. I sit in the dark in silence a lot of nights, which my wife thinks is a little strange. But the kids go to bed, my wife goes to bed. If I can, I watch a movie, an old movie usually. And then, I come back into the house. I love how quiet it is and how dark it is. Two minutes, just sit there. It’s been very restorative.”
James Gray