For a moment, sitting there in above the city, I imagined life outside narcissism. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more important than myself. I wondered at how peaceful it might be not to be pestered by that childish voice that wants for pleasures and attention. I wondered what it would be like not to live in a house of mirrors, evereywhere I go being reminded of myself.


Blue Like Jazz (2003, Nelson Books)


For a moment, sitting there in above the city, I imagined life outside narcissism. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more...

For a moment, sitting there in above the city, I imagined life outside narcissism. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more...

For a moment, sitting there in above the city, I imagined life outside narcissism. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more...

For a moment, sitting there in above the city, I imagined life outside narcissism. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more...