This Writer Has Always Been A Snot-Nosed Kid

At four in the morning loves drowsiness still lasts. I come to my study to say farewell to the world of reality, all its pain, its sordid terror, markets and virus’ and breathe a new world onto the page…turning silence into words and make the whirling world stand still.

I’ve been writing, late into the night, the story of a pirate, not a torn and weary traveler of the high seas, but a…