"You are the moment before sun sinks into the horizon. The transient light - the ephemeral hues set against the fading, fading sky."
I was drawn to the writing. Each word, each sentence begged to be highlighted.The life of the nameless narrator, the restlessness that consumed his entire being, the despair of having lived alone all life, the fear of having nothing to live for, of having surpassed the best years. Life rotting away, passing by in a fleeting yet never ending moment. The writing made me melancholic. The kind of melancholy that only a writer can induce.