“I came from a broken home. My bedroom window was cracked.”
“We were not rich, but there was nothing we wanted. From my bedroom window I watched the world. And I was safe from the world.”
“I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.”
“I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.”
“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.”
“And in the night my own mother came to the window to meet me, strange, solitary; splendid with countless stars; my mother Night; mine, lovely, mine. My home…”