THE FEAST OF SKULLS
Now he would have to go forward. Both the past, represented by Riggs, and now the present contained within the demolished penthouse, no longer offered a viable existence. His commitment to the future, so far one of choice and plagued by so many doubts and hesitations, was now absolute.
JG Ballard, The Drowned World.
Sunday, 19 August 2012
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