A vanishing lifescape full of energy and joy and sorrow— gone now, a rich painting erased from the frame of life by time and fate.

A vanishing lifescape full of energy and joy and sorrow— gone now, a rich painting erased from the frame of life by time and fate.
Since I’ll be watching (for the umpteenth time) the 1971 New York drug crime classic ‘The French Connection,’ I’ll make this a whiskey night.
I was so depressed I was delusional, looking for ghosts in crawlspaces, imagining voices of the dead in my head.