Vic and his Peace Of Mind
October 8, 2008 § 1 Comment
Melbourne, Australia – St Kilda
I met a man called Vic. He lives in a disparate way, at odds with society, amongst the cobwebs, moths and other creatures of floorboards and hidden cupboard corners. He is alone, haunted by the ghosts of his paranoia. People are out to get him. Prime Ministers from long ago want his blood. He talks about hope and the goodness of humanity. Also the stupidity. He tells me that we will be friends. He tells me that he knows it.