virtualDavis

ˈvər-chə-wəlˈdā-vəs Serial storyteller, poetry pusher, digital doodler, flâneur.

Wandering Within

I loved Franklin because, when we talked, I always felt as if I were wandering around in a big house, a big house with endless rooms, and every time we came to a closed door in one of these rooms we were able to open it. Open doors, open doors, one after another. That’s why I loved him.” (Nelson, Antonya, “Or Else”, p. 86, The New Yorker, November 19, 2007)