Such a meagre existence. Would it never get bigger? Was I, too, condemned to this tiny life? Was that my future? I desperately hoped not, but then again I wasn’t hoping for anything else, I had no ideas about anything different or larger, I foresaw nothing larger, but there had to be something! That was my problem, my stupidity that I couldn’t reconcile myself to the little life as they could. They wanted nothing larger; they weren’t tormented as I was by the lack of contact with something greater.
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