The Corset Diaries
hateful symbol of the passing of time a convoluted way of saying that I am not one¨¨"The man gradually identified with the shape of his destiny; man is, in the end, turns into its circumstances. I was expounder of enigmas, Avenger, God's priest, but above all, I was a prisoner. From the tireless labyrinth of dreams I returned to the cell as hard in your home. I have blessed moisture, tiger, light, my aching body taverns, darkness, stone.
Fountain of Youth and the Sorcerer's Stone