He makes me want to run through the streets, throw stones into the dark river, hold my breath and listen to the night hum, squint at the sky to see the stars beyond light pollution.
This, for a dead man from Illinois who wrote about spaceships on Mars and heartbroken dinosaurs on the beach, secret libraries of unread books and full-room glowing screens that mesmerize people. His characters always seem trapped but reading them, I felt free.
I wondered if I would build prisons for the people in my imagination, if I would dare, if they would lock themselves in, if they could set others free.
This, for a dead man from Illinois who wrote about spaceships on Mars and heartbroken dinosaurs on the beach, secret libraries of unread books and full-room glowing screens that mesmerize people. His characters always seem trapped but reading them, I felt free.
I wondered if I would build prisons for the people in my imagination, if I would dare, if they would lock themselves in, if they could set others free.