Day 3.
Because I cannot bear to speak these things aloud, nor record the details of my dereliction, I will write to you in allegory. My hope is that the substance of my struggle will be of some little help. The short of it is this: I set out 3 days ago for home. My hope passed this way some years ago, and it is said my trial is a mere 40 days in length. It is a barren and dangerous land in which I venture. It belongs to others. I have failed the task before, returning always to the Line. This...
Published on January 18, 2017 18:16