His hair was spiny and hard like the calcified back of a seahorse, arching and twirling into solid pieces on the top of his head. I thought about this a lot when we first met. I didn’t understand why he did that – made himself into this animal, this thing instead of trying to be a real human being.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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