It was a gorgeous afternoon, and I was sitting in one of the lush, wild gardens on my property. Everything around me was a teeming riot of pulsing life. And I was calmly preparing to die.
A Long Day's Journey Back to Bed
Reflections on Trauma, Self-Destruction, and Renewal
It was a gorgeous afternoon, and I was sitting in one of the lush, wild gardens on my property. Everything around me was a teeming riot of pulsing life. And I was calmly preparing to die.
A Long Day's Journey Back to Bed