I drive home alone from the veterinary seminar on lyme's disease, and this is how I must be, watching the dark shapes of the trees over the sky, this open window that never seems open enough. Always loving a little too much and never being bold enough, slinking away wounded from all affairs. I think if I am ever to find anything in the world, I must be alone. I am only ever clear alone. This is not the true nature of things, the separateness I feel, but it is something I am bound to in this life... read more
