Sunday, January 31, 2010

109. Apartments



He blamed himself for a vision that had gone so wrong. His intentions had been misguided and he would spend an eternity, that is, his lifetime, trying to right them. Dogged and piqued with ideas, he did his best work from there on in. No praise resulted and few paid notice. He would forever be labeled for the folly of the concrete curtain. The weight of which was unbearable.