Nocturnal Works Narrative Therapy

Eternity is in the evening air

For Mal had learned in his brief joyless life that nothing is faithful and that one needn’t have a body to be able to mourn, for death is everywhere. Cyanide fills the peach pit. Meningitis in a napkin fold and polio on the wet shower boards. Eternity is in the evening air.

Joy Williams, in Dimmer