Eleven Years With Gloam
Years ago, if I can remember time at all, I made a mistake. One fickle mistake. One flippant momentary lapse of judgment that any ordinary day-walking, earth-turning, time-fumbling person might callously allow themselves. Yet I, and I alone in my stupidity, unwittingly and unknowingly was the one to make it. But let me say here and now, while I have any last grasp of human consciousness that it was a mistake- a terrible and irreversible mistake.
You see, I was like you once. A sun-kissed, womb-nurtured,...