The sky, alas, is still far away, not really visible from the bed. It exists now as a remote hypothesis, a place of freedom utterly unconstrained by reality. I find myself imagining the triumphs of old age, immaculate, visionary drawings…devamıThe sky, alas, is still far away,
not really visible from the bed.
It exists now as a remote hypothesis,
a place of freedom utterly unconstrained by reality.
I find myself imagining the triumphs of old age,
immaculate, visionary drawings
made with my left hand—
“left,” also, as “remaining.”
