Sisyphus in Pieces, Preface—Young Sisyphus
He dreamed again of falling into nothingness, flailing. Fighting sleep, he piled his best pebbles into castles, hills, tumbled by morning.
Gods remember such things.
He dreamed again of falling into nothingness, flailing. Fighting sleep, he piled his best pebbles into castles, hills, tumbled by morning.
Gods remember such things.