Ginger Magnum

"No company's more hateful than your own You dodge and give yourself the slip; you seek In bed or in your cups from care to sneak In vain: the black dog   follows you and hangs Close on your flying skirts with hungry fangs". HORACE - Satires(II , vii)

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing. Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood