"That is my face", said Rhoda, "in the looking-glass behind Susan's shoulder - that face is my face. But I will duck behind her to hide it, for I am not here. I have no face.Other people have faces; Susan and Jinny have faces;they are here. Their world is the real world. The …
Category: Musings
How do I begin..
For years I have thought, I need to do this. What is "this" though...I don't fully know that. But I guess I have to begin...to let go of the ramblings in the head, to let the voice be spoken, to be uttered, even if it just dissipates in empty space with no air to carry it …
the voice not spoken 