Oct 23, 2022
6 min read
I’m Worried About the Darkness
How a distant friendship followed me through Italy
A dear friend I’ve known since the second grade seems to be fading away, and I’ll soon be on a quest to find out why.
He’s a kind, thoughtful, decent man, whose friendship and shared love of artwork connected us for over fifty years. I’ll call him David, to protect his anonymity.
