Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

“La vida es un sueño, despertar es lo que nos mata.”

“It was a sudden revelation, a tinge like a blush which one tried to check and t…”

“That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what …”

“I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but theincom…”