Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
Can a Game Be Literature?

Mark's Pages

September 21, 2005:

Regrets. There are still things you'd like to share. Travel.

No.

The rational brain re-awakens, like the hard drive of a sleeping laptop spinning back into use.

It was a nightmare. Every drive, every hotel room, every walk, every photograph. It all cost you blood, to the point where you look at those lovely photos and instead of experiencing pleasure in your work you hear ringing in your memory the shitty things she was saying at the time.

There are no more things you'd like to share.