XXXV
Louis tries to understand the difference in things. Contemplates how everything can go so wrong, how these things he once knew were true—these nights spent with former lovers—now seem but vacant memories of a past life. He looks over the bridge, considers what it would be like to float to the river below; to become submerged in the blue mass of life that twists and turns its way down hill. He wants to jump but doesn’t. His eyes fix on a distant image, a moving figure in the background that he feels he once knew.
