Study For Obedience

That solitary life, the shadows on the bedroom wall at dawn, waking suddenly to the sound of the window rattling against the catch as a small pair of gloved hands tried to prise it open. What was required to make a life was the disclosure of space. But still a few things grew, still there was life. Or else and finally that reading is not the equivalent of explanation and while the teller has much to answer for, it is not the meaning itself, no.