June 18th, 2011

Reflecting on what he had lost, he mused that he had spent his life writing between the lines — and worrying about the neatness of his handwriting. It was literally true, but the analogy also worked in many figurative ways.

No wonder she had found him too demanding. He found himself too demanding, too. But he had had many years to build up the calluses against it. She was not thus enured.

And now she was gone.

He wondered whether he would find another woman as good, but who would write between the lines with him. O was he condemned to live alone?

Because he did not think that he could violate the lines.

Photo by Amy Palko.

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