If you want to loveDo soTo the ends of the earthWith no shortcutsDo soAs the crow flies. You told me, ‘We’ll see âÂ?¦ we’ll be friends.’ However, the only thing that remained as before was the tension, this floating lie. The memory that has no urge to fade. For me, it was spent. Every night, … Continue reading As the Crow Flies: Flashbacks, Dreams, and Vignettes