Now was moving faster than belief could cover it. No
internal clock could keep up with this timeless emptiness growing like a
grander canyon.
I was at the threshold of a precipice without a single
object to hold on to. And the wind was growing stronger
with every passing building I was seeing sitting on the
passenger's impassive side. It was either me or my belief.
We were somewhere near the border when I cried out. Stop the
car! I have to get out right away!
She looked at me like I was crazy. I'm going crazy, I was crying.
So she stopped the car and I at last began to tell it like it is.
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