Rusty
I dive in search of words, words that once were the transcript of my ‘zehn’, which now seem to betray me. Is it my demented self that is always at loss of words or a hazy being lost in the maze of chores? I borrow and steal to put together a coherent emotion, but even the emotion seems to have lost a way. To me, It feels like I am Waldo but searching for the path out of the square maze. I, at tim...