SQN - Sine Qua Non - Issue Two - Journal - Page 74
SINE QUA NON
murderer, into Cain. Look at my
bloodstained hands, my bloodshot
eyes. Look at me, the wild animal without a
home. Here, in this desert, we can no longer
see our burning Rome. Here, in this desert
where the only thing left to do is to wander.
Camp to camp, pillar to post. All we have
is memory. The garden in the memory.
The curse. And what do you remember?
Everything. Everything a body should forget.
Last line attributed
to Romeo Oriogun
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