l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness
one winter we tried for a child. warm and weak she came. so weak she lost her breath. through tears we knew she was true. we tried again that summer of lust. the second, so lovely blue on her lips. but she was cold- the midwife wept. one look at her hands she was a lie. half-ghosts they haunt. half-ghosts they call.
We are all insects…groping toward something terrible or divine.– Philip K. Dick - The Man in The High Castle (1962)
As soon as work and the cold restrain us no longer, as soon as their...– Journey to the End of the Night (1932) - Louis Ferdinand Celine