James A. Reeves
Etch these strange times into my memory.
Solitude
"But reality is diabolical."
Scale
Cabin
We took a ship through the Finnish archipelago towards a small island in the Baltic Sea.
The service was purely tonal.
The priest apologized for the warm weather.
Crying
Maybe the universe is sympathetic, after all.
A window left open in the back of the mind.
Intoxicated
