It’s the way he says
my name: like music.

“There is the slapping of my shoes, and the trees that seem to nod and tell me, …”

“There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.”

“All human eyes are useless. You see only what you expect to see, and nothing mo…”

“A sharp blade of sadness goes through me, deep and quick. I guess it was bound …”