Spillt Ink

Marion was a very spiritual person, but in an unconventional way. He believed in messages and visions, ghosts and saints, varying waves of heightened existence that overlapped and bled into one other, especially in dreams. He believed in destiny, but only as a choice. He believed in ideals, idols and icons. He believed in drinking black coffee in small coffee shops, traveling by footpaths and bicycle routes, in visiting museums and mausoleums and deserted, crumbling sanatoriums. He believed in greatness, glory, and a grand unified theory. He believed in soul mates. I did not.