Monday, October 19, 2009

64. Paris Match.



The memories flooded back. His years as a journalist gave him a self worth that had eroded in old age. No one cared anymore. He bought all the magazines he’d written for, devoured every piece, and then burned them in ceremony. It was not until that moment that he realized how much his personality was linked to this bygone era. He pulled out the old typewriter and wrote his story as if his life depended on it.