About Me
- • daVies •
- Varieties of flesh. Before sleep, just as the eyelids close down over the retina and the unbidden images begin their nocturnal parade. That woman in the subway whom you followed into the street: a nameless phantom now suddenly reappearing, advancing towards you with lithe, vigorous loins. Reminds you of someone, someone just like that, only with a different face. - Miller
Women of Venice
