Category: Timothy Findley

Timothy Findley

In the dark that followed – Lucy said; “where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place because it was intolerant of rain. Now, we are here in a place where there are no trees and there is only rain. And I intend to leave this place – because it is intolerant of light. Somewhere – there must be somewhere where darkness and light are reconciled. So I am starting a rumour, here and now, of yet another world. I don’t know when it will present itself – I don’t know where it will be. But – as with all those other worlds now past when it is ready, I intend to go there.

Timothy Findley

In the dark that followed – Lucy said; “where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place because it was intolerant of rain. Now, we are here in a place where there are no trees and there is only rain. And I intend to leave this place – because it is intolerant of light. Somewhere – there must be somewhere where darkness and light are reconciled. So I am starting a rumour, here and now, of yet another world. I don’t know when it will present itself – I don’t know where it will be. But – as with all those other worlds now past when it is ready, I intend to go there.