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looking for something, yes, abeyant treasure – the bedrock of himself in other words

Imagine lying there beneath such a pendulous chandelier of lambent gloom

[...] I gave him the stories on a Friday so they were in his home for three nights and two days. Lying there somewhere in his house. Absorbing this environment that I could never go to. His Saturdays. His Sundays. Who was he on those days? What clothes did he wear? Where did he sit? Where did he re…