This Cloth.
It has the feel, the look, of those ancient cloths that caught my eye in the pages of books, so long ago.
I can say it took forever to get here. Am I trying to go backwards? No. I was, am, still going and I think that's just what might happen. Maybe a circle is closing. The cloth is older, I am older and slower and it is all patched together, holding.
The face from inside.
