He came out at night, deep in the night to enjoy the dark, sparse clarity he loved. There was a silent sense to his life in those moments, a simplicity that he craved now more than ever. The daylight hours were too much for him. They made him feel like an alien in some Russian sci-fi movie of the nineteen sixties. He had learned to avoid the confusion those hours created in his mind.
FICTION: THE RELUCTANT CHANGELING
FICTION: THE RELUCTANT CHANGELING
FICTION: THE RELUCTANT CHANGELING
He came out at night, deep in the night to enjoy the dark, sparse clarity he loved. There was a silent sense to his life in those moments, a simplicity that he craved now more than ever. The daylight hours were too much for him. They made him feel like an alien in some Russian sci-fi movie of the nineteen sixties. He had learned to avoid the confusion those hours created in his mind.