Where We Went

I had always been a believer of some higher truth, just outside this world we live in, that occasionally peaks through. I had felt it in music, or drugs. But to define it—I could not. My mistake was to believe that truth must be good.

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Gabriel FosterComment

I’m hunkered down in a narrow, dusty, windowless room of my modest house. I’ve been down here for a couple of months…Happy Valentine’s Day! Love is in the air. I know the date because I’ve been marking the days on the wall calendar with an X — it’s the only way to keep track of time now that the power’s out.

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