Aurelio,
For the hour I was in bed, I didn’t sleep. This was the night I left Greenville, and I was thinking of all the words I wanted to say to you. There is no time, or there is too little of it. I’ll eventually exhaust a lifetime and still wonder if I got everything across. I’d been there before, I realized. With friends, with family, with people I thought I loved. Thinking I left so much unsaid, I went to them again and again but never came back satisfied. Why was that? What kept me awake late into the night with worry? Recently, I stumbled onto an answer.
I started reading again, but this was before I put much thought to my problem. On a memory-foam pillow with too much time on my hands, I went through everything my folks bought me in about a week. American, French, Soviet, all authors with incredible visions of what life could look like. When I was sick, there wasn’t an hour of space between finishing one book and picking up another. I’m sorry to say your gifts didn’t last long, b…
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