Floating January 26, 2016Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, The Journey, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.”
Author: Khaled Hosseini