Depth Perception


The old world does not  willingly show itself  except at night, when it comes into its own. 

My son and I went for ice cream. Crossing the apartment lot, he pointed at a narrow set of steps just visible between Building B and the equipment shed.

“Where do those go, daddy?”

What you fear, you summon.

I couldn’t account for the missing hours. One minute he was with me, the next I was alone. It was after midnight. I had no memory of any of it.

One must watch for the moments between moments, for that is where life dwells.


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