Will
Friday, October 21st, 2005Will: “
The grass, neatly cut away ’round each stone, whispered to us in the wind-sped air.
‘What’s your choice? Which head of the hydra seems likely to make the best use of your scrawny bones?’
Choice is built from hidden questions: what’s inside, what’s outside, what do I really want, what do I really need, what […]