Beene-beene. The truest truth.

“This household is like a pocketful of coins that jingled together for a time, b…”

“A blank space on a form, the missing page, a void, a hole in your knowledge of …”

“An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragment…”

“Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father dow…”