FOUR-THIRTY IN THE

FOUR-THIRTY IN THE

a of the m, as
Bonelli used to say; I know what he
meant too but I won't
tell you. These are the hours I love, between
midnight or so and six, the sun is coming round again but
still gives no sign - you just have to
know it. I guess I enjoy having
secrets and something
bigger than myself
to believe in.