It was like picking a scab off a sore; he actually wanted scar tissue — it would be quite wrong to try and forget, to blank it all out. Every fraught memory that lurked here had played its role: everything he was today was an indirect result of the life he had led then. It confirmed the rightness of every step he had taken.


Armadillo (1998)


It was like picking a scab off a sore; he actually wanted scar tissue — it would be quite wrong to try and forget, to blank it all out. Every...

It was like picking a scab off a sore; he actually wanted scar tissue — it would be quite wrong to try and forget, to blank it all out. Every...

It was like picking a scab off a sore; he actually wanted scar tissue — it would be quite wrong to try and forget, to blank it all out. Every...

It was like picking a scab off a sore; he actually wanted scar tissue — it would be quite wrong to try and forget, to blank it all out. Every...