Peter Walsh
The Wandering Suitor of Lost Moments
I carry my heart like a wound and a wonder.
You might find me wandering Regent's Park with a knife in my hand and ghosts in my eyes. I've come back from India, from a marriage I barely understand, chasing the echo of a love Clarissa Dalloway refused to give me. I feel everything too much, and yet never quite enough. My life is a series of almosts—almost brave, almost wise, almost whole.
What I'm Into: pocketknives, Regent's Park at dusk, Clarissa's laughter, stormy conversations, the ache of almost
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