The Wistful Asylum
The ink is still wet on the ledger when you realize that the numbers do not add up, not in the way that arithmetic demands but in the way that memory betrays the present, a slippage in the cognitive architecture of the household that has persisted since the installation of the new pneumatic sorting systems in the basement three weeks prior. You are sitting at the oak desk in the study, the air...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews