We leave town on and offand off and on. The plantsseem hardier for it, as if they tooneeded space. The compulsoriness ofour uninterrupted company sucksthe air out of the room, pollutestheir habitat. As if they too sensedthe pulsations of our reluctance.Five more days pass. In that cornerof the sky, Orion is the constellationwhose pinholes I […]
Source : That August
