“ There are too many years around this table, too much time confined in one place. ”
I was well-read but perhaps that only made me stupid.
~ Richard Smyth
Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through - does it feel like a privileged?
Perhaps it's impolite to die so flippantly, after all she's done for me.
My pains, sometimes seem like witch hunters: confess, confess, confess. Like a heavy stone on my rib-cage.Confess to what?And, of course, I would confess, if only I knew what it was they wanted to hear.
