The boy within us
If once the boy within us ceases to speak to the man who enfolds him, the shape of life is broken and there is, literally, no more to be said.
— Sean O’Faolain
This is how it starts: fingers poised, your imagination pressing at your joints. Then you hit the keys, click, clack, click, clack. The words follow. They surprise, they frustrate, they disappoint, they dismay, but alway, always, they soothe.