Evening is the Whole Day
2009 August 31
“She’s tired, so tired she feels she could go to bed and sleep for days…She’s tired of of life and death and truth and lies, of betrayals and loyalties, of youth and age. Of blame and blamelessness and the long, winding road in between them; of those three feeble words themselves: not my fault.“
-Evening is the Whole Day, Preeta Samarasan