In the frigid glow of sundown, I staggered to the place where an old casement window mournfully overlooked the blank horizon. Memory was playing tricks on me as I could feel it's stolen card up my sleeve. The decision was then made to operate on either a whim or a tear clogged artery. One of them had to be removed and the other initiated. I have felt a century of loss in one hour. I have felt the entire history of pain in a few criminal months. The holes in my weary skin are a thousand too many. Around the block again I will go in search of something that does not exist, overturning anything with a faint glimmer. How can such an overpopulated world make you feel so alone? There is fortune hiding somewhere beneath an insurmountable
