Ideas

I was the lonely one in whom they swarmed in the millions. I was their creature and I was grateful. I could sleep when I wanted. I lived a divided existence in sleepdreams that lit up a silence as dreadful as that of the moon. I have an overly-precise recall of those solitary years before I opened the curtain and drew upon a universe of want that made me so strong I could crack spines of books with one hand.