| I know it’s a great stretch in vanity. but I once wondered if everyone I had ever known who now were dead – fathers and grandfathers, grandmothers, aunts and uncles, friends and lovers,, acquaintances, passersby and all my other people – might be congregated upon some lofty balcony of billows, looking down together, watching me masturbate. Some charging their gaze with disgust, some lamenting my loneliness, others feeding on my desire, and now two remembering the warmth of my flesh intertwined with theirs. |
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