Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. January 12, 1949
Birthday: January 12
My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
topic: Strong, Thinking, Wind, Strong Winds