That was the kind of world they live in: When people were afraid, they did not always do what they knew to be right. They turned away. They closed their eyes. They said, Tomorrow. Tomorrow perhaps I'll do something about it. And they said that until they died.

“Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, …”

“Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue o…”

“I met an Invalid,and fell for his artHe showed me his smile, and went straight …”

“I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I l…”