Comments about Jack Reynolds
If I remember back far enough, I can see fluorescent yellows and spirits and anonymity. The allegro of the room pulsated through my jugular, and vibrant partygoers quibbled smiles and shouts of ecstasy as we departed into oblivion.
When I had arrived, Pride came and sat on my lap. I found her galling. I roughed her up.
I ran away. Oh, the thought too much to bear! My pace increased with the growing day, and before long I was sprinting. And when I wanted to turn around I couldn't; I'd forgotten how to stop.
I found myself alone. I perceived my limited world, and began to ...