Darger was the guy who you might say thank you to if you weren’t too busy as he emptied your waste bin. He was the little old man you might see in the store buying a single can of soup or acting as an impediment for you to pass on the sidewalk as he hobbled slowly along. He was invisible and without impact or consequence. But when he finally got to his world inside his apartment, the world became made of watercolor and words…
IN THE REALMS OF THE UNREAL
By | March 2005
