When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.


Kitchen (ed. Grove Press, 2006) - ISBN: 9780802142443


When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, ...

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, ...

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, ...

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, ...