There is something, somethingabout this road we take.Each step resonates with theloud thud of a fallen treelast winter.It appears we walk into thepast each day whileleaving the present transiently behind. On our way back, we holdhands in silence, somber silence,the ilk of which kills-albeit with a swordand not a gun at close range.This journey- from … Continue reading REVERSE TRANSIT →