What I miss the most
Posted by Vivek on May 21st, 2007Midnight and after, flying on the pavement that cuts through the field of wheat abutting Sugarland’s very own prison, the air unflinching in its heaviness. It renders itself inscrutable, this air. And my thoughts stop as I take it in, my probing ceases the moment the thickness invades my car, pushing me to […]
