#giacomond

Giacomond by Quint Buchholz. ::  (sometimes we have to hold up our own tightrope)

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I’ve no idea what my child is thinking.

Between two unknowns, I live my life. Between my mother’s hopes, older than I am by coming before me, and my child’s wishes, older than I am by outliving me. And what’s it like? Is it a door, and good-bye on either side? A window, and eternity on either side? Yes, and a little singing between two great rests.