The Fading
The old man's hair is white, so is his face. One imagines if the process continues he shall become transparent.
He reminds one of a mist in a valley.
He is beginning to merge into his own memory, like a window crowded with ghosts.
His substance is failing. One wonders how he manages to be present at all.
—Russell Edson from The Clam Theater
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