Long slow empty quiet Sundays.
When I was a boy these were the days I hated. Now I looked forward to them. Prolonged moments, dead calm. I needed this one day, I'd found, of simply being.
-Don Delillo, The Names
Long slow empty quiet Sundays.
When I was a boy these were the days I hated. Now I looked forward to them. Prolonged moments, dead calm. I needed this one day, I'd found, of simply being.
-Don Delillo, The Names