Our story can’t be written without prudence, it cannot survive the downfall, it cannot be justified. It is a book meant to be cloistered away in complete obscurity. There is no victory in this narrative, no tragic ending, no celebrated hero, only profound grief and anguish.
I am a writer. You are my oblivious subject.
A glimpse of your restless world gives me a new life, no matter how turbulent your emotions are.