I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
“The tension of a finely crafted sentence – one which I attempt to fashion or one which I consume – offers me all the adventure I need – for if I never arrive at closure, to take stock of the cumulative ambiguities “between the lines,” how will I know where I am?”
Mary Caponegro