I have been thinking about it a lot. Once, years ago, my girlfriend, my mother and I were walking in the direction of Villa Apres Lindos, near a suburb of Kansas City. We desperately needed a complete surgical repair of a laceration, and somehow remembered a parcel of lamb chops we had forgotten away to the South of the city. The power of this memory was passing from time to time across a bloodstained hedge.
running the whole length of the horizon...